We have mice. Last night Dally stood for a long time at the refrigerator, her prick-ears pushed up and forward as far as they could go. She peered into the crack in between the fridge and counter for five minutes. I walked by and she didn't even note that I was about to get into her favourite food storage cupboard. Confused, I frowned at her.
"She's been doing that lately," Jeff said, noting my look as he sat back from his studies.
"For how long?"
"Two days."
I closed the cupboard and went to look between the fridge and the wall. Nothing. Dally was still standing there, only now she orbited around the side and front.
"I already looked. Nothing there that I could see," Jeff said, coming over.
I called Shelby over to see if she would react. Both dogs thought then that they were about to get a treat, so they started wagging their tails and getting excited. I tried to listen behind the fridge, but at that moment the motor came on and drowned out any sound.
"Drat," I said, and started getting ready for bed.
This morning Jeff stoped by while I worked on my PowerPoint presentation. He looked worried and pretrubed, all at once. "I saw it," he said. "A little brown mouse scurried across the floor."
"The kitchen floor?"
"Yes."
"Great," I said, rolling my eyes to the ceiling. "Now we have to worry about the hantavirus."
"I wanted to know how you felt about... mice traps." Jeff murmured, nervously peering into my eyes.
"Get 'em. Just not the stickum sheets; the ones that snap and break the neck. I don't want them to suffer." I shuddered, thinking of how many stick sheets I'd sold while working at Pamida. Those trap mice to a fly paper-like sheet until they die of thirst. Far too long.
"Right," Jeff said, heading out the door.
Oh, the joys of living out in the country.
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My dad found that peanut butter works better than cheese on traps... but you probably already know that. It's better to get them now, than to have several generations more in a few weeks.
ReplyDeleteTrue. Unless you want to add a cat to your pet family, traps are the way to go. Besides, you don't want the dogs poking around and maybe getting hanta because they were curious and had to nose around in the hiding place. Good luck. Hope you find out how they're getting in--that'll help a lot.
ReplyDeleteKendra: Indeed, we use peanut butter. Out in California it always seemed that field mice got to the cat food first, so we once tried baiting with that. Heh!
ReplyDeleteAutumnforest: We do have a kitty, but he and Dally are not on the best terms yet. He's currently at my mother's house, quite put out because "that gray thing" has usurped his place. We're trying to determine where the mousie came from. We already know where he's going to go.