I know mouse is my adopted name within of our particular sub culture.

but try sharing a caravan with one of the bastards.

Foe those that don't know I often spent a couple of nights a week in a shitty caravan to save the hassle of going home. Yesterday was one of these days. I arrived, parked the bike unloaded my sleeping bag and some other paraphernalia and went to check and update my food stash I keep there. When there was a sudden movement and I reached for the phone camera because my real camera is effed.


What was that....


Lamp? no


This? NO


Lightbulb?, NO!


There he is the little rodenty bastard making its escape over the edge of the shelf.


And again off behind the lamp and this was the last I saw of him except for a brief scampering from somewhere inside the walls.

The only thing to do now is asses the damage.


Chocolate bar thoroughly nibbled and licked.



Then was the rice. The bag nibbled open and if you look closely you can see silver foil has been dragged deep into the rice for some rodenty reason.


then was the serial box. I know it was almost empty and was due to be thrown out as it would be old and stale by now.


Looking in the top it is curiously full.


Ripping it open I find it is full of nibbled stuff from all over the caravan and obviously where it had been living.



Then was the nibbled jiffy bag. Spot the comedy nibbled re-edit of the address.


Throughly nibbled open.



But curiously the book inside is remarkably untouched. "Computer Graphics: Principles and Practice" A respected tome from the early 90s that concentrated on vector graphics that were seen in the arcade machines of that era and has been some light reading for when I cant sleep and am fed up with watching DVDs.


Description of how vector graphics work.


And some dead hard sums that I largely ignored to make THIS


What I didn't photograph was all the mouse shits everywhere as well as my stash of about 25 tins of food that were all pissed on and were all still damp with mouse piss.


I was not amused.

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