Beating Mike the Mouse, the pea stealer
I’ve never seen him, but I know where he’s been. He’s big, he’s bold, he’s quick and he loves peas, all peas, especially my peas. Mike the Mouse is a one-rodent pea-eating machine. He not only knows when I’m opening a packet of peas ready to sow down on the allotment, he can tell from 10 metres away which variety. In other circumstances, I’d have massive respect for any being who has such pea knowledge, but Mike doesn’t care, he’ll eat the lot, including the packet.
For years I’ve dug my trenches, planted peas on the allotment and waited for those little green shoots to emerge. I waited in vain, because as soon as I turned my back, Mike was there, gobbling up every single pea, oh I dearly hope they gave him severe flatulence.
To begin with, I thought my pea harvest failure was down to inexperience, then I blamed the soil, pronouncing it pea-unfriendly. But talking to my neighbours, it was clear that there was one culprit and his name was Mike, though he was given other, unprintable names by my fellow allotmenteers, my guess is, he didn’t care, as his belly was permanently full of peas.
I’ve no idea where he lives, but I’m on the lookout for a bloody big entrance hole to accommodate his fat belly. Nor am I surprised that he’s lived so long, even Neighbour Nathan, Mousecatcher Extraordinaire, has failed to trap him. The scoundrel (Mike, not Nathan) even camped in his greenhouse (Nathan’s, not Mike’s), cocking a snook at all of us, leaving little pea-filled poos behind. The bastard.
This year I am determined to have a full and bountiful pea harvest. Petit pois Waverex and Ambassador peas should be flooding the allotment within weeks thanks to my cunning anti-Mike plan. The secret? Guttering. A two-metre length of Wickes gutter capped at either end with gaffer tape, filled with compost and planted with Mike’s favourite peas, all safe in the greenhouse and far away from the scoundrel. The peas have germinated and are now healthy plants, Mike won’t be having any of THAT, it’s the seeds he gobbles up. I hope.
There was comedy potential as we slotted the plants and their guttering in the car to take to the allotment. Fortunately Laura, our car’s computer, who responds to any request, opened the little flap in the back seat so the whole lot could be loaded from the boot to the front seats, we were keeping our fingers crossed that there were no emergency stops or the whole lot would have piled up in the footwell. Even more comedy potential as we carried it downhill to their new home, Laurel and Hardy music playing in the background, but nope, neither of us tripped, the peas were peaceful.
The idea of gutter-planting is to grow them in rows, ready to slide the peas directly into the ground, and by gum it works! Now they are settling into their new home, pushing out their little tendrils, shoving down their newly-liberated roots and preparing for peas. Though as I put in the final cane and covered them with netting to keep off Percy the Wood Pigeon and his greedy wife Patricia, I’m sure I caught sight of a pair of beady eyes, watching, waiting, with little paws rubbing a fat rodent belly, as if preparing for a feast of pea shoots……