Cleaning the Stanza dei Tini yesterday, after the umpteenth scosse left debris everywhere… what do you expect with old mortar encrusted stone walls?… I managed to sweep-out from behind one of the tini the newfangled mouse trap where You had so courageously hidden it to check to see what was what. I opened the plastic container and found it was still stocked with the three Bread & Meat-sauce flavored poison packets I had put in lo’ those many pre-earthquake weeks before. I suppose Our Little Field Mouse, Topo Gigio, prefers Our Fields… AKA Our Garden… to Our Humble Home. Good. He’ll live longer, if he continues to roam other parts outside, unless, of course, Nina-beena happens upon him…. Watch-out, Little Topo Gigio. She’s a known KILLER! RUN!!! Gads.