While I haven’t heard the patter of the tiny little feet currying around the bus I have seen evidence that they’ve been out and about chewing, gnawing and pooping. Dan spied a furry little head appear out of a hole by the bottom of the steering wheel, take one look at him, and scurried under the cooker. I know from experience there is never just one mouse!
So passing rows of hideous contraptions to kill mice, I found a set of humane traps in the local hardware store. Baited with peanut butter they are sitting by the steering wheel awaiting the furry visitors.
We will see tomorrow if the allure of the peanut butter was too much of a temptation.