Friday, December 14, 2007
Of mice and men
Last Saturday, we discovered that we have mice in our kitchen and dining room. Every day since then has been spent systematically trying to find out where they are getting in and catching them. We've caught 8 so far.
Highlights of the catching them part: one trap caught two at once! No pretty pictures for the blog tho, since I refuse to even look at these mice, dead or alive. Unless of course one darts from the oven to the dishwasher as I enter the room. My husband keeps asking me why he should be the one to set the traps and pick them up. Feminist or not, it is just so absolutely out of the question for this Goddess of Pomona to pick up dead mice. Period, end of story. Definitely one of those aspects of life where I will take advantage of being a woman.
For those who think it's inhumane to kill a mouse (count Mr. Big among you - oh and my husband seems to be moving in that direction as well) we did try out a trap that keeps the mouse alive, while trapping him inside a plastic tube that he can not escape. We caught a baby mouse this way. Problem was where the heck to take him to let him out once he was in the tube. I don't want to get in trouble, so I won't say whether we took the baby mouse east or west or how many footsteps away from our house, but you're welcome to guess.
Yesterday we thought for sure that we found the point of entry: an old gas pipe into the dining room where the wood was nibbled down around it. We sealed it off with steel wool. We'd already blue taped off the area around the pocket doors, since pocket doors are necessarily open to the walls. And last night I breathed a sigh of relief that we were near the end. But now today it looks like somewhere behind, or in, our dishwasher is the culprit. Tomorrow a guy is coming over to help my husband move the dishwasher out, so hopefully we will have some real relief soon. Figures it would be the one modification to the original 1911 kitchen that would be the problem!
The temptation to get a cat is great, but I am reading conflicting information as to whether that would even help, plus I'm pretty sure our dog would want to eat the cat.
I read that mice and rats hate peppermint oil, but that doesn't seem to be the case, as we are swimming in candy cane oil over here and still being invaded like the plague.
As for me, I'm pretty freaked out. I'm definitely phobic about mice and rats. In the spirit of the season, I just look forward to the day when I can confidently proclaim:
"Twas the night before Chistmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse"
I am told that with the cold temperatures, mice do try to come inside homes. So be sure to check around your pantry areas for their droppings, especially where you store pet food, trash or recycling. And always clean up droppings with a wet cloth, not with a vacuum.
Posted by me at 8:39 PM