I am a hunter on a mission!
When we were renovating this house back in the spring, I realized mice once lived here. An abundance of mice that is. Since all the droppings I found were dried and rock hard, I figured it must have been a past problem…WRONG!
A week or so ago, Mikey lifted a pillow off of his bed and found a mouse. He screamed and the mouse went running. He tells me about it. Totally wanting to vomit, I quickly purchased mouse traps and poison. Vince sees me with the trap and announces I am not setting them right.
He grabs them from me, all disgusted like, telling me…”You have to put peanut butter on the trap. Geez, I can’t believe you thought the old wives tale of cheese actually works”. He loaded my traps with the greatest mouse catching peanut butter that was ever made (according to him anyway) and I set them in strategic places throughout the kitchen and Mikey’s bedroom.
I check them the next day…nothing. The next day…nothing. And again, a day later…still nothing. I am starting to think it is a stray mouse who was scared off by Mikey’s blood curdling screams. Then Mike comes to me. “Mom, I think the mouse is really smart.” “Why?”, I ask. “Well, because the trap in my room is glistening clean. There isn’t one tiny hint of peanut butter on it anywhere and it is still set.” I am now up, checking all the traps. Yep, he is right. Every single trap is still set but the peanut butter is completely gone.
Damn mouse! It must be slick as rat, fat on peanut butter, and laughing himself to sleep under the blankets on Mikey’s comfortable bed.
So this past weekend, we were invited over to a couple’s house that we recently made friends with. They are kind of family in a round about way. Anyway, they used to live here once a upon a time and milked cows here. So I tell them about the mouse problem.
Come to find out, they had a mouse problem as well AND she even saw a RAT (OMG) once in the laundry room. If I see a rat in my house, I think I would mess my pants first and then faint dead away second. They say, “Just wait until the fall after the corn and soybeans are cut and the weather gets cold. Then you will really have mice.” They suggest poison and glue traps. I come home with a renewed determination to take care of this problem.
So yesterday, I decided I am switching from Vince’s peanut butter to my original idea of cheese in the traps. I set them before we head out to milk last night.
Since last night, I have caught 3 in the traps! I, of course, have to tell Vince that my cheese works better than his peanut butter…Thank You Very Much! But hold on a second, I thought I only had one mouse. Seems I have more than one. I wonder how many I actually have and if I have this many in the house now, what is the fall going to be like? What else is scurrying around after dark?
Old farm houses are neat with lots of character but is seems they have a lot of creepy crawly spiders (I am scared to death of spiders) and mice. This is the part no one thinks of reminding you of when you start talking about how “cool” the place is.
On another note, I can fish better than Vince (he has still never caught a darn thing since we have been married while I sit directly beside him and catch one after another), and now I can hunt better than him as well! Ok, so hunting mice and “hunting” are maybe a little different. He said, “Can you pee standing up?” I said, “Yep, just not a neatly as you can. Can you give birth to a baby?” He walked away…dazzled yet again by my abilities! 🙂
Hold on…I got to go…I just heard another trap snap!