Since I bodged together my “anti-mouse seed protector device” convinced that it would keep my seeds safe, I have received a lot of helpful advice. However most of it was pointing out the error of my ways. And it turns out my “anti-mouse seed protector device” is actually quite useless. Although it did make me feel good thinking I was doing something to take the situation in hand.
I decided to poke about a bit on Google to confirm what people were telling me and it seems to be true. Mice can squeeze in through gaps that are the size of the end of a pencil. My “anti-mouse seed protector device” is made of wire that has grids 2cm by 2cm which could probably fit two or three pencils in there. If anything I have created a safe haven for mice to eat my seeds without being chased by the cat.
I did find out that the best way to block a mouse access point is with steel wool because they can’t eat their way through it. Someone also suggested a snake would be a great help. There are two things wrong with this suggestion: 1. I hate snakes and just the thought of them makes me shudder and 2. There are no snakes in New Zealand and I think I would run into serious issues with the Biosecurity people if I tried to get myself one – not that I would, because I hate them.
I think I need to go back to the drawing board to create a mouse free growing environment.
I didn’t get into my garden at all and two things prevented this. Firstly there was so much torrential rain that the neighbourhood started to show signs of flooding. Luckily the rain stopped not long after dark and the garden has started making that sucking sound as the water begins to drain away.
And the other thing that stopped me is we had to go on a long drive to speak to a keen group of people who wanted to hear all about my book and how it came about. They were a really lovely bunch of people and we had a great time. Although there was one little thing that was the tiniest bit frustrating for me… this lovely group met in a café in a garden centre. I kinda promised myself I’d have a wee look about afterwards, but Hubby the Un-Gardener wanted to get on the road as soon as possible and all I could do was cast a backward glance at all the lovely plants as I dashed to the car trying to avoid as many of the big fat rain drops as possible.
It was a great day, even if I didn’t get my hands dirty.
Come again soon – I feel the need to go garden shopping.
Sarah the Gardener : o )