288. Definitely not coping (3)

The following evening, I make my way up to the attic before dusk settles in with a powerful torchlight in my hands. Up there, all is quiet and I press the correct switch on and the light does come on.

Pleased with this great achievement I go back downstairs and pour myself a whisky. I sit outside under the fading sun enjoying the cooling evening air, listening to the sounds of a variety of crickets. I hear the rustling of the birds settling in for the night, the shivering lizards slipping under the hot stones for a peaceful night. I watch the bats darting from one roof to the next. The sky is turning navy blue and a multitude of stars are beginning to twinkle. I sip the powerful drink and let the smokey peaty aromas take over. I keep the drink in my mouth long enough to let it bring out the wonderful landscape of the Glencoe valley, the yellows and browns of its landscape reflected in the golden rusty brown of the drink.

Bliss.

...

Eeeeeeeeeeeeek.

I jump out of my chair and spill my drink. The little fury things are now fooling around under the eaves of the barn roof! 

I replace the lost drink, moan like mad and bang the gutter for good measure. I look up and shout up in the direction of the roof.

'I'm warning you! You annoy me tonight and tomorrow I go and buy a trap.'

The night sky is now full of stars and the moon and big and round and rusty orange just like my drink. Tomorrow I'm driving to the big town and buying a trap. 

I take a brief look on Google just to see if I've missed something and if I could avoid buying the horrible medieval contraption. 

I find out these animals hate some specific smells. I had not read about that yet so this is interesting. Maybe I could use the peppermint oil I bought to chase the ants away ... maybe this time it would prove useful. So I read on.

'They hate wolf urine and you may want to ...' 

Wolf urine! Where am I going to find wild urine? Should I go back to the farmers shop and see if they sell it in bottles? Or frozen?