too many vulgarisms spoils the broth of a boy

 

The mouse ignores cheese.

He has refused a Cadburys chocolate gug.

Today he's turned his nose up at raw steak.

I look at the humane non lethal trap.

The steak sits there serenely.

At the entrance to the undisturbed trap the mouse has left fresh wood splinters from the skirting board which runs around the base of the wall.

It's like he's taunting me.

My eyes meet Jeff Goldblum's.

"******* hell," says Jeff Goldblum, stroking that little beard thing he sometimes has.