I obviously benefitted from watching all those episodes of Poirot with mum when I was younger....

A couple of days ago Craig mentioned that Snoop caught another vole. He's becoming quite the little hunter. Craig was sure he'd brought it in but couldn't find the damn thing to chuck it out. We were both hoping that it had made it's own way out.... I know, wishful thinking. But funnily enough, the last few days I'd been getting a faint wiff of something disgusting everytime I walked past the kitchen fridge. I'd been thinking that I'd need to empty it all out and give it a clean- and was inevitably putting it off for a couple of days.

It never dawned on me til today that the vole and the smell may be connected. But, this morning I had a Eureka moment- pulled out the fridge and there it was. All small, grey, dead and stinking! Gross! I let Craig do his thing and remove it. I had to distinfect the floor which was bad enough. There was a little light brown patch where its decomposing body had been. Disgusting! Snoop was fairly indifferent to my distress and managed to open his eyes for just a moment before going back to sleep.