The bringer of wood mice

A quick 'get it out of the way so I don't spend all day wondering what to blip' blip. Florence has started his annual spring routine of bringing me living woodmice, dropping them so they run off then leaving it up to me to humanely catch and release them. As long as they don't make their way up stairs I don't really mind too much, I've shared my living space with worse vermin in the past!
Taken with daughter's camera as I left mine in my dad's car (though he is kindly bringing it down later as I can't live without it!).