i first met him about three weeks ago. he just walked in under my door one late night. some stomping made him realise he was on the wrong track. a couple of days later, i found him walking around close to my new chest of drawers, i.e. about two, three metres into the apartment. the broom told him off, just a little bit more harshly than i had done the previous time. obviously not harshly enough though as yesterday, when i got back from japan, i found him walking around in the apartment again. this time exploring my shoe shelf. when i stomped and went to get the broom, he hid under the sink. i managed to get him out again, but it feels like he is getting a little bit braver and more established for each time.
sooo.. right, i thought. time to get this little fellow to understand this apartment is not his home! i went to the supermarket, which i am sure you can imagine, is a paradise if you're looking for this kind of things. this is what i found:
