Why? Yeah, that's what I'd like to know. Why?
Last week, Steve was in the garage and thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't for sure, and decided NOT to mention it to me, until he could investigate further. Smart man!
Weeeeel, yes, it was a mouse alright. Steve tries to offer me comfort thinking "maybe its only one". Yeah, I laughed about that hard, too. Since we had a Bag-o-Traps left over from our visitors six years ago, Steve sat one out. I think he was secretly still wishing it was "just the one". For sure, though, we have determined this is contained to the garage. When they got in six years ago, they came in at the ground level and were in the dropped ceiling of the finished basement. That rendered us 13 - and most of my sanity. I don't like "things" IN my house. Not mice, not bugs, not fleas, not ants (although I do take spiders out the back door and release them). I have the gut reaction to just move. With the clothes on my back, just leave and start living somewhere else that is clean (or at least uncontaminated). Ok, moving on...
Yes, we got #1. The next night, there is a baby (guaranteeing there is, in fact, more than one!) down in our shredder basket scurrying around, which Steve takes out to the street and sets free. More traps, more catches. Another baby in the shredder basket, which is now taken out back, across the bridge and into the field. More traps, more catches. I do have to give Steve the HUGEST award for being the BEST carnage remover in the whole world! He handles "all things gross" without even batting an eye. This also includes the cardinal bird that flew straight into our storm door - while Steve was standing there looking out- and fell pulsing to the deck (the bird, not Steve).
Ya know, we treat our animals/critters pretty well here - food, heated water, suet, etc- at least they could keep their kamikaze-home invading selves away from here! This also reminds me of the 38 tree toads we fished out of our pond last June. The bird was saved by Steve, who uprighted it, and moved it to safer ground. It left later.
Soooooo, after seven catches, the real kicker is when Steve found one whole trap had vanished! Maybe I should have made the little picture here one of a Ninja Mouse. I am sure by now there are little mouse board meetings, with agendas of retaliation, being held. The trap was found later under the mower, holding onto #8 by the tail. Steve took him out into the yard.
Go away, go away......go way mouse. I'll keep you all posted.
**UPDATE 12/12/08: catch total now stands at 10. Ugggg.
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One time, I locked Scamper in the closet under the stairs b/c there was a mouse in there and he caught it. I was able to save it before he finished it off and took it outside very far from the house. It probably came back, but I just couldn't kill it.
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