This, children, is what you get for over reaching yourself. Once again it took the bait off one trap without setting it off.
When it came to the other trap, however ...
A little annoying that it was able to waltz past all the pollyfilla anti-meteorite foam that I carefully squirted into every available crevice I could find behind the sink unit, but so it goes.
By the way - all that stuff about the well 'ard Swedish farmer's daughter who laughs in the face of humaneness? I'm still the one who has to dispose of the body.