Here he is the little blighter. Been scurrying around the house for the past few weeks. We hadn’t heard anything from him for ages until Mrs Penguin sent me a text, a matter of less than an hour ago informing me there was a mouse in the bedroom.

So strategically I wedged blankets under the door to the living room and bathroom to cut off his likely escape route meaning that at worst he’d have to hop down the stairs where I’d have the opportunity to flush him out one of the doors.

I proceeded into the bedroom where I spotted him dash under the bed. Heading over to the other side of the room so as to flush him out into the direction of the landing I started moving all the assorted crap from under the bed until he legged it.

I cornered him on the landing and almost had him till he hopped off down the stair and into the kitchen. Somehow I managed to catch him between my feet while I was kneeling down which is probably better than the way I caught the last one (it ran up my trouser leg and I had to catch him on my back).

Finally I managed to get hold of him and drop him in a plastic tub with a sealed lid. Air holes punched I took him off to a bit of local wasteland to let him go free.

I know it’s not exactly hunting down a mamouth or a wild boar but some primeval hunting instinct seems to have been satisfied and I’m feeling rather pleased with myself.