08th August 2012
Who do you think was more surprised when I opened the recycling wheelie bin and dropped a banana skin in it? The mouse that's lodging in the bottom of the bin or me when the mouse moved eversoquickly at the shock of something yellow flying in and landing on its head?

My first thought after assessing the situation and realising that it wasn't going to jump four feet and lock it's tiny but powerful jaws on my jugular vein, me only to be found lying dead in the garden on Friday when Laura visits was: "Seriously?"
My second thought was: "How on earth did it get in there?"
My third thought was: I must take a photo.

So, how did it get in there? More importantly, how do I get it out? I couldn't leave it in the bin knowing what fate awaited it on Monday (the bin men) so I called Dad. After initial chit chat about the Brownlee brothers' epic gold and bronze medal winning efforts in the triathlon (yes, the Olympics goes on even when you've got a mouse lodging in your wheelie bin) I posed the question: how do I get the mouse out?

The answer: Take the wheelie bin down the garden, lie it on its side and it'll run out.

So the mouse endured a bumpy ride over gravel, patio slabs and grass to the bottom of the garden, where I gently tipped the bin over onto its side, left the lid open and out it shot. Quickasaflash.

The problem is, and now you'll realise why my first thought was "Seriously", some rats took up residence under the shed in mine and my neighbour's garden a few weeks ago. They were feasting on the bird seed that, because of Chris Packham, I felt obliged to provide for my feathered friends. The rats aren't there anymore because of the poison that the rat man put under the shed. The very same shed that my little wheelie bin mouse shot under to take cover after its dramatic encounter with a banana skin. I hope it wasn't hungry. I also hope that it dodges the cats that have been loitering in my garden terrorising the birds that have been enjoying the bird seed and fat balls.

I'm seriously over unwanted visitors of the rodent kind. On reflection, as I don't want the mouse to take up residence and move its family in, I probably should have left it in the bin. I'm no longer feeding the birds.

How did it get in there?