Of Mice and Men
As I had suspected, my first face to face with the undocumented mice living behind my oven was not my last. Yesterday evening, as I was checking my email before going to bed, I heard a slight skittering. I turned to look and saw a mouse peeking out from under the refrigerator. It was looking at me eye to eye, the spitting image of the bite-sized beast I had trapped just a couple of nights before. This was a message, a statement, and I received it loud and clear. This cannot stand and must be dealt with but I’d like to deal with it humanely. But how?
Short of spraying my livingroom with bobcat pee, I’m light on answers. The glue traps are not inhumane per se, but they’re inefficient. They are defensive implacements and a vulnerable Maginot Line against a rodent blitzkreig.
I May Need Your Pee
I need an offensive weapon. I must push these mice back beyond my sovereign borders.
Mark posted: 27 Oct at 1:18 pm
Surely it must have been the original mouse, as mice are known to return to their homes from as much as a mile away. Perhaps he was tamer the second time, knowing you released him before.