They used to make wine in the basement of this building, likely for hundreds of years (built in the 1500s) – up until a year or so ago. It is not part of our apartment, and we have no access to it. We haven’t seen anyone go in there for the longest time. I can only imagine the mouse (probably mice, although there is minimal evidence of them) come in here for the warmth. The only food I left out one time was a small bowl of hot pepper flakes, which they clearly tried, but rejected.
The mouse is small game for Berlino – he hears it, but doesn’t pursue it as a cat might. We once had a Jack Russell Terrier who would kill rats (from the Duwamish river in Seattle) nearly as large as she was. Berlino is looking for a wild pig.
We are packing our bags, mostly with art supplies, for our trek to Pompeii on Thursday. I’m bringing sensible shoes and two outfits, easily washable in the sink. We are all looking forward to it, especially he mouse, who would like this house back. |
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