I had two more posts about this damned mouse. So much for that. Had to delete ’em.
I had a dream about mice last night. I dreamed the house was overrun with them. One of them was so big it resembled a large angry black cat that hissed at me. Armed with a broomstick I did battle with it, only to be distracted when the house (which, in the dream, was a ship), hit bad weather and started to roll.
The Pie and I were quite pleased with ourselves for blocking the gap under the door to the water heater with dryer sheets. Now the mouse’s only egress into the house was through the fireplace. We have a piece of wood that leans against the fireplace opening to hide the ugly insulation and block drafts, but if you place it flush with the opening it topples open, so we have to have it at an angle where there’s a small opening at the bottom. This is the mouse’s entrance.
I came home from work today (which for me is the 12th), all gung-ho to finally prepare a wedge that would keep the door fully shut. I found the appropriate piece of wood in the shed and sawed it down to size. Cut myself on my new saw. Now it has a taste for blood.
I came back inside and was ready to wedge it into place when I figured I’d better check the trap in the fireplace, just in case the little bugger had managed to eat the rest of the peanut butter off the other side of the trap (I had discovered to my dismay a few days previous the mouse’s ability to remove the bait from the trap without setting it off).
And I got the bejesus startled out of me.
The mouse (I’m guessing it’s a female but I could be wrong) got too confident and went too far over on the trap. It looks like it was instantaneous at least.
I have mixed feelings about this. I’m not in the habit of killing small things (except house centipedes, because those things terrify me), or even big things for that matter. The mouse was just following her biological imperative, and I had no right to interrupt that. On the other hand, she was pooping in my pans, and who knows where she had been?
Andy and I ceremoniously dumped her in the scrap heap in the backyard, and then threw out the trap.
We’re going to stay vigilant in case she wasn’t the only one but the problem is solved for now.
Ali Does It Herself 