For those who are squeamish or cried at Bambi or keep mice at pets (quelle horreur!), you may want to skip this post. Okay? Okay.
Let us rewind to last week.
Ms. K and I discovered, much to our dismay, that we had a mouse. Unfortunately the burden fell to me to take care of our little visitor, and by "take care of" I don't mean cater to his every whim, but ensure that he would have the least painful death possible. (Before you squeal and post links to no-kill mouse traps in the comments section, I will remind you that you can get meningitis from mouse droppings and die.)
To make a long story short, I purchased some newfangled snap traps from the hardware, baited them with peanut butter, and went to bed with fingers crossed. Lo and behold it worked, having discovered a dead mouse in the trap the next morning.
Ms. K and I rejoiced! It was safe to go into the kitchen again! I felt a surge of something that I can only explain as primordial hunter pride. (Yes, I'm a woman. Yes, I killed a little mouse. But it is a disease vector! I win!)
But before I could rest on my laurels, I discovered another mouse in the kitchen. And I saw it scurry behind the stove, it's little tail wriggling out of view.
Shit! It had a friend! I may or may not have shrieked.
For the next day I stalked that mouse. I followed its trail, figured which point it was using to access the counter top, and created a funnel in which to direct it towards the snap trap.
In short, it worked. (I'm purposely glazing over the part of the story where the mouse doesn't die right away and it was up to me to put it out of its misery. With a cast iron pan.)
Over a week later and no more mice.
To rid yourself of any unpleasant imagery, I leave you all with the life and death of DJ Roomba.
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Struggling mouse + cast iron pan = not the best way to start my morning. But, glad to hear you've gotten rid of the mice.
When we got rats in the backyard last year (before we learned that you really have to have a secure cover on your compost bin), we bought this special poison that supposedly won't kill dogs or cats if they happen to eat the rodent you poisoned. But we only went to that much trouble because they were outside. If they'd been in the house, I would have used any means necessary.
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Rouge, Where are you? It's been over a month since you've posted. Did the mice get you? Write soon!
Mon Dieu! Le pauvre Rémy! Mais, qu'est-ce que t'as fait, donc?
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A Tom Cat mouse bait tray, well placed, will work too.
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