I remember staying in a Dubbo motel in the 70's with my father, God bless him, enjoying a beer and watching the news with a mouse sitting on his shoulder. They were climbing the curtains and the dead ones were so numer(m)ous(e) that you could barely see the water in the pool. In today's language in would be "Apocolyptic Results of Climate Change Denial". Back then it was just a mouse plague.
