Sea gulls have it in Padstow

Which reminds me.
In Padstow and Truro, Cornwall, England, the seagulls have started to dive bomb the local people, to try to secure their Cornish pasties at a swoop. They say the gulls are emmetts in disguise. That's the word they use for outsiders. It's sinister enough. I have an idea though. There is an island where the mice have become so large they eat seagulls alive. This is the value of a broad education. Come to think of it, it's also the value of being a lateral thinker. There is a fortune waiting to be made sorting out the seagull problem. I just need to remember the name of the island and put a small but dynamic deposit down on a small boat with space at one end for a large cage and some packs of cheap soap. Apparently one standard bar of soap contains enough nutrients to keep an average sized mouse alive for three months. I think they lather at the mouth though. This could have further spin-offs but I'm still working to translate them, it, us and me into commercial reality.