Mousey business

Dear mice who were previously living in my house:

I know there were a bunch of you. I've given up my "lone mouse on the grassy knoll" theory.

But REALLY.

There has only been minimal evidence - ONE TINY HOLE in a bag of organic turbinado sugar. TINY - that you ever were in my kitchen. You don't seem to have eaten anything.

So why is there mouse poop EVERYWHERE in my basement? I haven't seen any new poop, which makes me think you've relocated to the neighbors'. Okay. But every time I look somewhere I haven't previously? More damn mouse crap.

It's disgusting. And I hate it.

Alls I'm sayin' is, watch your step. I have friends. With cats. And you know how badly Maggie wants a cat.

Cheers,

Kate

I hope he likes extra chunky

So I've got dinner on the stove tonight and I'm boxing on the Wii while it cooks....

....when I see this brown streak run by out of the corner of my eye...

There is a MOUSE. In. My. HOUSE.

He kept poking out of his little hiding place and running back in when he saw me and Maggie (who, incidentally, was totally oblivious to the whole situation). I tried to lure him into a parmesan cheese container. It didn't work. I gave him a speech about how I'd really appreciate it if he left. I don't think it swayed him. So, concluding that my only viable option is muricide, Maggie and I went off to the Rite Aid down the street to buy traps.

There are two "hygienic" traps downstairs laced with JIF extra-chunky peanut butter. And I bought a package of those sonic repellent thingies.

Ick. Ick, ick, ick, ick. This is almost as bad as cockroaches, but I'm letting it slide, since there's only one right now, and I think he might have come in through the door that wasn't quite closed. Poor thing was also as scared of us as I was of him (Maggie, again, oblivious).

Turtles. Can we go back to the turtle infestation?


(PS....look at that picture. Is that mouse driving a car???)