Amazing what you learn from pigeons who won't leave home
It started in the roof. Rustling, scratching and the dreaded fear that, after being told for years I had bats in the belfry, I now had mice in the attic.
I'd had a mouse in the house before and, to be honest, it didn't bother me a huge amount. I've actually always quite liked mice - when I worked in a restaurant, I got into trouble for feeding one - and after the quick application of some humane traps, the problem was sorted.
But that scraping noise - what the hell was it?