The dead mice are especially poignant, because I was the owner of two white mice for the total of 24hrs (one rodenty December 25th). The pair made a daring escape by clambering up a toilet roll and out of their cage – they then feasted on the remnants of the Christmas turkey (mainly congealed fat) before burrowing themselves in the yucca plant. Only their little white bottoms were visible and they looked like two hairy closed-cup mushrooms sprouting from the soil. This made them rather difficult to find. Dad got rid of them the next day. I took it like a man.