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1. I agree with Steg about the latest version of co-comment2. There is a shrew under my pianoThat is all.
Poor little thing. It's probably thinking, "If I must die, at least let me hear beeeyoootiful music."You do play, right?it is alive right?....Or, is this just another dead shrew dumping ground?
All this talk of shrews made me wonder if Shrewsbury came by its name honestly, so I went to their website. It is close to Wales, so I suspect somewhere in your general vicinity. And since they mentioned that streets got their name by what was sold there -- Milk St., Butcher St., Grope St. (they said to draw your own conclusions on the last one) -- I think it's reasonable to assume that the name came from an abundance of the little varmints. So now I have added Shrewsbury to my list of Places To See.Maybe mothballs around the outside of your house would keep them out? Or are the cats bringing them in?
I'm hoping it's the cats - although now, you've got me worried. I have also just discovered quite WHY there were so many flies in the living room. Ugh :/. We are only about an hour's drive from Shrewsbury, so if you are in this neck of the woods feel free to visit!