First let me thank Monica for all her advice....we have done the steel wool thing for years...but We still have the occasional mouse each year.......
First, let me start by letting everyone know that Squiggee, our Boston has been right all along and the night before last she went crazy around 8:00 pm and was after something behind her little cubby...dog bed...I laughed , and commented to my husband that Squiggee was hallucinating again....so I leaned down and pulled the cubby away from the wall...and yikes...a mouse ..it went crazy twirled and spun and made a hasty retreat behind the stereo speaker stand and then a b-line to the kitchen.... we were so surprised and the little buggers are so fast...that after we recovered from mouse fright , we headed to kitchen...but no mouse........so my husband and Squiggee did the big search to avail......
then we had a pow wow...... I suggested that this mouse might have peanut butter flash backs explaing , why he hasn't gone after the traps...so we took up all the mouse traps that had peanut butter and washed them....... to make sure that there was no faint trace of the stuff, I had my husband get new traps and very smelly sharp Cheddar cheese...and back up mouse poison pellets...I set the traps early evening yesterday and we put the pellets in know mouse places , under the cabinets in the kitchen and bathroom...after my husband re-steel wooled all...and then we laid the traps...in closets and utility room...all out of reach of the dogs....
It wasn't one hour later, while watching a DVD....that we heard the big snap...music to our ears....
my husband investigated returning from the kitchen utility closet with a trap and a
small medium gray dead mouse attached....Squiggee was circling and all excited and feeling vindicated......drinks all around ( coffee & Squiggee got a vanilla wafer)...celebration...which is too sick..after all the little mousie died a horrible snappy death...quick but still...he is toast......there are better ways to go for sure...a mousie heart attack in an open field when you are an old mouse with arthritis....not seeing a truck and becoming road kill..fast ... you didn't see it coming or eating so much cheese you go into a cheese induced coma never to awake......oh well....If I have to pick between the the mouse and my sanity...I win hands down...
since the traps are cheap...we just dispose of the whole thing...like being buried in your car...
here is the rub !!!!!...this mouse didn't look wounded and wasn't black...granted, sometimes a mouse will look darker when he scurries along the floor boards and in the shadows......but I would be much happier if he was darker...
Squiggee spent this morning retracing all places of recent mouse sighting ..... methodically sniffing in every nook and corner of the house...looking...now we are not sure...but hope she just has a mild temporary case of mouse phobia......or does she sense that there is another mousie, somewhere in the house....??????
no other trap was sprung and all the mouse poison , seems undisturbed....but we will be on alert for the next couple of days....
so a mild celebration is in order and I do admit to sleeping better last night...
but Squiggee seems to have the creepies.... she is giving me a slight twinge.......lol...maybe we need a mouse exorcist????.......too much??????????......I have always thought of myself as pretty sensible and brave....but mice just simply creep me out...
2 comments:
Hum . . . have you thought of giving your mouse swimming lessons. My DH did that with a RAT he caught in the basement. Placed it in the downstairs toilet, closed the lid and waited. When it stopped swimming, there was a burial at sea.
We don't use poison due to our neighbor's experience. Poison was set out and the mouse went next door and died inside the walls. Ugh! What a smell. Neighbor was not happy. At least it wasn't this neighbor.
No water....when I was around ten, living in the city...I was taking a small bag of trash out to the trash cans in back of the house...you know the big old metal ones that the trash men could smash around, and to my horror I lifted the lid and was confronted with four rats in the can...I ran and got my mother and she in turn in her silk bathrobe and little slippers...went out , got the hose..lifted the lid enough for the hose.., then we held the lid down enough so the rats couldn't get out but the water could get in.....and my very proper Mother
drown them all...it was one of the worst things I had ever seen,,,even my father was amazed by the story that evening......when I told the kids at school they thought she was cool, like a folk hero....but this frankly was too horrible and I still remember it like yersterday...
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