So, every time it rains heavily over winter in the Adelaide Hills, the local mouse population decide that it is time to head indoors.

This as you may imagine can be problematical as they are cryptic little critters who graze in the dead of night on any food left out and leave little 'messages' that need to be cleaned up.

And they have been known to attack! Fatally sometimes.



So, it's time to call in The Exterminators

GI Joe Plague Hunters* are the go-to guys.



Pests outdoors.............or in



They get their rodent!



Problem solved.

*The usual disclaimer - I have no association with GI Joe Plague Hunters and do not gain financially from this endorsement yada yada

Cheers, SB

 

excellent ?

 

You have entirely too much free time on your hands lol

 

But it's good to see that he's using the free time for good and not evil.

(And why does he just happen to have GI Joe toys?).

 

Only one of those pictures was mine - staged carefully on the kitchen table (since disinfected).

And I had just finished writing a report for work, so needed a ..................................release.

Cheers, SB

 

I think we can reasonably conclude (based on the evidence I have obtained): that at 4:35pm this afternoon Mrs SB was away from the house, (perhaps picking up some victuals?, given the time of day).

I base this hypothesis on the assumption that Mrs SB would probably not be a willing partner to the strange and unusual practices depicted in these photographs (especially when conducted on the kitchen table).

Secondly, the risk to SB of getting discovered whilst undertaking these practices while she is in the house, (but just somewhere else in the house) is quite great.

(Can you just imagine the fast talking you would have to do when your wife walked in and caught you staging photos of mice having sex with Stormtroopers - that you intend to post on the internet??).

I rest my case.

 

Close but no cigar TK,

She was out showing a friend the front garden while I was staging the storm trooper 'rape'.

It was Mrs SB who disinfected the table though - and made me wash my hands.

They did titter at the tale though.

And the magpies ended up happy and sated with the cadaver.

So really, good all round.

Cheers, SB

 

I'm crushed, my hopes of a potential career as a detective (complete with very large magnifying glass and deerstalker cap) are dashed.

I may have to refocus my attentions on being a clapper loader for **** films.

Ahhh ... Friday nights in the Antipodes.

 

Wouldn't want to be too near the action would you? Could be very, very painful and the end to a promising career.

A new meaning to "Cut"

Yup, good old Friday night - give our love to Mrs TK. The Red is starting to flow nicely.

Cheers, SB

 

that was funny s.b