The little dormice are cute, but would still send my Aunt and my Mother into hysterics. One of my earliest memories is of them standing on the kitchen table dancing around and screaming at me to kill a small gray-brown mouse on the floor beneath them. I was so young, I thought they were just doing it to entertain me. I tried to catch the mouse which had the effect of putting it back through its entrance point and ended the day's entertainment. :). My Aunt had a real phobia about them, and in the fall of every year, I had to put SOS pad (steel wool) into every crevice that one could possibly come through, and set traps around the areas she had seen some in the past. Cute as the dormice are, I am sure she would have just shivered looking at even a photo of one. My mother gradually lost some of her fear of mice, and stopped going into hysterics if she saw one. We did keep traps set all winter though. I had to empty them, of course.

CaroL