August 28, 2008
I saw a mouse…
There, on the stair…
Yes, I have a mouse in the house. And he’s proving to be … elusive.
I’m not saying I’m being outsmarted by a rodent, but so far he’s eaten into the guinea pig’s food bag (which is how I realised he was there) and then (when I moved the food bag to a secure location and replaced it with the kitty litter bag) he ate into that as well!
Oh how I laughed. Ha, stupid mouse, I thought. You thought “Yum, more tasty seeds and nuts and dried banana. I shall gnaw through this large orange sack to morsels o’goodness” but no, you got… white powdery rocks! Rocks! Ha, take that mouse!
Clearly at that point, the mouse decided “Dis means wah” and it was all on. Mouse turds everywhere, newspapers chewed up for bedding… clearly I had to retaliate.
I escalated our situation from ‘Fiji Coup’ to ‘Chechnya’ by buying two mousetraps. They’re not good quality traps – both cost $1.99 from the supermarket – but they seemed simple but lethal, in a home made kind of way.
I laid the traps both with Camembert cheese (ooey and gooey and hard to get off the prong, thus ensure the trap would be triggered).
The next day both traps were devoid of cheese and neither had been triggered.
I assessed the situation. Clearly here was a mouse worth his measure. A worthy adversary.
I played with the traps, moving them from clumsy to hair trigger, reset them with colby cheese and laid them out.
That evening I checked again and bugger me but the little shit had not only got the cheese, he’d somehow triggered the traps without incurring injury!
Swiftly I moved from ‘Chechnya’ setting to full out ‘Invading Poland’ and went for the weapon of mouse destruction: peanut butter.
I coated the cheese in the sticky goodness and left the trap so close to trigger point that a deep breath by either of the guinea pigs would result in it going off.
The second trap failed instantly and managed to snap the metal bar that holds the spring back, so that went in the bin.
Late last night we heard a distinct “snap” from outside and assumed it was the trap going off.
This morning I discovered cheese, nibbled, and peanut butter (presumably slurped off from safe distance), an UNTRIGGERED TRAP and no dead mouse.
Tonight I’m going on a stakeout and will take my shotgun. Tonight, Mickey will sleep with the fishes.
PS – I know the mouse is possibly a girl, but for some reason in my head he’s a he. Go figure.