My flat is still. The walls are white, the floors look like wood and nothing moves other than the light emitted from boxes of electronics. Maybe this is why discovering a mouse in my kitchen still has me shivering two days later. In my home I’m not used to seeing things moving over which I have no control. If I was living in the country it would make sense. Even the large suburban house in which I grew up was home to many insect escapees from the garden so a brown ball of rodent wouldn’t have seemed out of place. But I live in a clean white yuppie London apartment two floors up in which even insects are unusual visitors and I don’t want to share it with mammals I haven’t invited.
So I’m unsure what to do. I had no idea if the council could help, and it appears they can come and put poison down. I found some pages about the many mousetraps in history and some fun things to do with traditional mousetraps but not much practical help. All possible solutions make me uneasy, but I do want my stillness back.