There I was, sitting in the garden, enjoying the sun, when Dinah came next to me with that "I am unable to control my body language, therefore I have a guilty 'I'm doing something know you won't be pleased with' look about me". Had a look at her, didn't notice anything, then, ah - little devil, you're chewing a bit of stick, or a dead flower stalk, i can see a bit sticking out of your mouth. ....... oh no, as well as the 'stalk' there's also a little grey foot

- a mouses tail and little leg.
Several seconds of comedy followed as I variously went - don't swallow it, spit it out, no not yet I've got bare hands, come with me to the garage, don't swallow it, worse still, don't chew it, here's a pair of gardening gloves - OK DROP!
Plop - dead creature is deposited on the floor, scooped up in gloved hand and popped in the bin.
Pets - bring us such joy!
Just hope there's not a nest of the little varmints, so i get a present a day. I did exchange it for a Keltie!