Quick mouse rescue. I just let Max out the front door, there was a poor little mouse, rigid with terror in the middle of the pavement in front of my house. Couldn't see the perp but suspect Molly, she's a good mouser. Grabbed the spider catcher (bottom of a 2L plastic bottle cut into a cloche) and scooped it up then deposited it on the grass at the end of the road.
Max, the mighty hunter, was more interested in a passing slug. Sigh.
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