Lilith wrote:Hey Mary Skater, did you get rid of the shrew?
I
think they've all gone back outside... The first live one hid under the bookcases until the cat got bored and went away. Then it came out, ran into the kitchen, and I saw it sniffing along the bottom of the back door, so clearly it could remember (or smell) the way to outside. When I came near, it hid under the washing machine, but I left the back door open and went away. I didn't see the shrew again, so I presume it found its way out. With the next two live captures (unless it was the same unlucky shrew caught for a second or third time) I just opened the door and left them to find their way out. (I draw the line at cutting a one-inch-square hole in my door for a shrew flap...
)
Incidentally, one day last year, at a time when I didn't have any cats, I found a dead shrew under my wheelie bin. For such a tiny animal, the smell of decaying flesh was quite pungent. That experience has made me confident that I don't have any decomposing ones under my furniture - I'm sure I'd notice!
Mary
We don't have weasels (or is it stoats, I can never remember 
) and we don't blame him for that! I think they just took one look at all the bogs and said 'no ta, too wet for me mate'.
