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Just venting. For the 3rd time in seven years, I have a mouse in the house. This time, the critter has even ventured to the second floor (bathroom). [I should note that I am NOT an animal person in any way, shape or form. As I tell most of the parents whose kids I watch, "I don't do feathers or fur. in fact, I'm not too far away from being scared of most."]
My first mouse enjoyed dining on crackers throughout my lower cupboards and drawers. It then escaped the trap (wounded - white linoleum) and convelesed on my futon for the day until I could get the neighbor kid to remove it, after watching the morning news with me (not kidding - it was sitting up on the arm of the futon, watching the TV).
Mouse #2 (about a year later) was quick and easy - fatal cervical spine injury.
Now, "mouse #3." He's eaten fruit that was ripening on the counter and wandered through the misc. that is under the bathroom sink (upstairs, within feet of my BED ). I set the trap yesterday and this morning, it's GONE! No trap (and it was one of the plastic "clip" kind - no small item) although there are the usual signs that the mouse was in the area. I'm totally weirded out by this. Do I have a mouse on steroids or some kind of work group or what? When the hour is closer to human, I'm calling the landlord (yet another reason I continue to rent - I don't have to deal with. . .)
My first mouse enjoyed dining on crackers throughout my lower cupboards and drawers. It then escaped the trap (wounded - white linoleum) and convelesed on my futon for the day until I could get the neighbor kid to remove it, after watching the morning news with me (not kidding - it was sitting up on the arm of the futon, watching the TV).
Mouse #2 (about a year later) was quick and easy - fatal cervical spine injury.
Now, "mouse #3." He's eaten fruit that was ripening on the counter and wandered through the misc. that is under the bathroom sink (upstairs, within feet of my BED ). I set the trap yesterday and this morning, it's GONE! No trap (and it was one of the plastic "clip" kind - no small item) although there are the usual signs that the mouse was in the area. I'm totally weirded out by this. Do I have a mouse on steroids or some kind of work group or what? When the hour is closer to human, I'm calling the landlord (yet another reason I continue to rent - I don't have to deal with. . .)