Take
it from me, there is no half assed solution to a house-mouse problem.
I
had a mouse in my kitchen last year. We tried every humane way
of trapping the mouse, but it would not take the bait for the
Hav-a-Heart cage. We tried stuffing the holes with steel wool,
to no effect.
I
stored every possible item which could be mouse food in tin or
glass containers up high where the mouse had no access.
We
had a cat, but even so, she was just too old and she couldn't
hear well enough anymore to detect the mouse presence. Thus the
mouse carried on undeterred. It freely wandered around the kitchen
nibbling crispy bits from inside the stove, helping itself to
stray cracker and bread crumbs.
We
even found evidence in the form of mouse poop that indicated it
had been picnicking from the cat food bowl.
So
we were even more careful never to leave tempting food morsels
out. We meticulously cleaned the counters. We ran the oven cleaning
setting on the stove. We moved the cat bowl into the living room
hoping the mouse wouldn't be able to find it and would just give
up and leave. About three weeks later, we heard scritch, scritch,
scrtiching under the desk. The mouse had moved into the living
room.
We
tried to pretend that he would just go away, because we really
wanted to avoid the traps. But the quantities of mouse poop dramatically
increased, and with the sightings of several mice casually strolling
about, we realized that the mouse had taken a spouse, and one
mouse had become mousies.
There
was just no more ignoring. Alas, there was nothing left to do
but go on an all out killing spree. We purchased traps and baited
them.
One
by one, they came and ate the peanut butter. Loud snaps alerted
us to mouse carcasses. We used the fancy new plastic traps and
because they at least did not require any touching of the mice
in order to release their little dead carcasses. Of course, there
was the one time when the mouse was not actually dead. On releasing
it, it fell into the garbage can and as I screeched the girlie,
mousie scream, it scurried right out in front of me only to go
hide and die somewhere else.
FIFTEEN
mice later, we thought we had finally solved the problem.
But,
no! Two days later the big fat mouse king was seen casually ambling
along the ledge above the sink and running down to hide in the
stove. Traps were placed repeatedly, and he just ate the peanut
butter off the release mechanisms over and over again. He was
a clever mouse.
Sadly,
in the end we had no choice but to buy the poison and put it in
the hole behind the kitchen cabinet. I hated to do it, but I had
already become a serial killer and there was just no turning back.
They died horrible deaths I'm sure, but that was the only certain
solution to the mouse problem.
Now
the mice are finally all gone. And we have a new younger cat should
any return.
The
only lesson I learned. Don't hesitate. Buy traps. Kill them. Be
mouse free.