Or at least several members of a smaller species of furry rodents. We have been off to Canada for a bit of vacation or as they like to say up yonder, a holiday. We went up to the lakeside cottage of my in laws. The kids had a lot of fun and since their joy is my joy, it was a good vacation indeed.
However…
Upon return last night, it would seem that the mice had a little holiday of their own. Mostly in the kitchen. On the counter. In the silverware drawer. The evidence they left was plentiful and provoked my normally mild mannered wife into a fit of cleaning and disinfecting. Before we could eat dinner or unpack. Or do anything else like go to the bathroom.
“We have to kill them,” she said, not without a certain malice.
I can’t say that I disagree, the dirty little heathens have to go. So, off to the hardware store to by some traps. Ever since we got rid of the cat, the mice have been slowly working there way inside. First, I noticed a dead mouse in the basement. Then there were a few “incidents” last month. I even bought a few “have a heart” traps to see if I could catch them without killing them. I am not sure I had much of a plan after the catching part. That didn’t matter much because the live traps didn’t work. Of course, there will be none of that now, the traditional mouse trap is the order of the day. That, along with a dab of peanut butter should do the trick. Sorry mice, my family’s health, both mental and physiological is more important.
Update: I gave the live traps a second try. They have worked great. I guess I was putting them in the wrong places. In 36 hours we caught 4 mice. I took them down the road to a farmer’s field and turned them loose. They may become an owl’s dinner, but that is how nature works.
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