.... for those of you who are tuning in to hear about the fate of the little vole, it ended well. With Snoop shut in the kitchen, I scooped the little fellar up and put him outside in the garden (I am SO brave!). As I was letting him go I whispered in his ear "Run little guy run, as fast as your small vole legs will take you". Advice that he obviously heeded because once Snoop Chasseur (for those who didn't watch Saturday Kitchen today, Chasseur means Hunter!) made it out, he was nowhere to be seen. Snoop made a valiant attempt to find him and launched himself over the wall at the back of the garden, but he returned sometime later vole-less and with a look of marked disappointment on his face. So I guess the little vole made it. This may not have ended so well had Craig been home. Craig's method of getting rid of things Snoop brings in is to launch them at speed from a dustpan into the field next to us. That guy can be so heartless at times ;) Does he not know that my nephew is named after a mouse (Cade 'Stewart Little' Lesina?!)