So, we all have mice at one time or another.....right?
Well, I thought I was lucky. First 9 months living here-NO MICE!!!! Woohoo!!!
Then, we got the mouse from you-know-where. This mouse.....
Peanut butter, cheese, bird seed, chocolate(I mean, I like chocolate a mouse MUST, right??) oh, and some older gentleman said roast beef works like charm-worth a shot, right???
Night 1. Awaken to rustling noises in our bedroom. A mouse most obviously. He went from a box in our room to the laundry pile, back and forth, back and forth. I could hear the claws on the carpet. No, we did NOT get any sleep. so, considering I am so nice, and didn't want to KILL the thing just get it out of my house, we bought one of those little cube thingies the mouse goes in and then you can take him umpteen miles away....just to make SURE he doesn't find his way back, you know?
Didn't work. How could it NOT??? Two sleepless nights later, run to Kmart and get these little round traps. The mouse goes in, something happens, and no more mouse. No blood and guts, no gruesome sight. Wonderful-it is a two pack. We strategically place them in the mouse's path. Didn't work.
NO SLEEP FOR 1.5 WEEKS!!!!!!
So we got the sticky glue traps. Wonderful, right?? I am that horrific person who makes that poor little mouse suffer. Three nights, it didn't work. The next night we awaken to this horrific sound of metal being slammed. We didn't know what to think until the next morning when we thought must be the mouse got caught and flipped over the trap on himself. Well, think again. Much too short a story. He had somehow gotten a metal hose washer stuck to it and FLIPPED IT OVER!!! Oh, and he chewed his way off the thing-1/4 of it was shredded on the floor with mouse poop all around. Maybe we scared him off??? LOL!!
So we got smart and got the regular traps, after all, everyone says they always work, why not just stick to what has always worked.....oh, and have you tried peanut butter??(If I EVER hear someone ask me that again...well, maybe they can have some peanut butter:) ) We stuck it right in front of the hole he chewed in the wall. Next morning the trap was over a foot away!!!!! Still set. Next night, another glue trap right in front of the hole, anchored down with some of our prior trapping methods. the darn thing shoved IT half way across the floor behind the washer.
We are well into week 4 AT LEAST . I can't take this!! We have discovered FOUR holes in walls..how many more are behind big items??
We have resorted to the item I hate-POISON!! Please don't tell me how horrific I am. I hate the stuff but you know what? I also hate that this mouse is potentially bringing diseases into my house and keeping me awake more then a newborn would.
Day 1, none gone.
Day 2 a little gone.
Day 4(or night) Dave hears a noise. Peers behind washing machine, and a little nose is poked out of the hole, attempting to pull the empty poison box into his hole-little too small. Dave comes back to bed.
Fast forward.....this hideous sound of claws on the floor and bumping around wakes us up. Dave opens the door, screeches a very manly screech :), and slams the door shut.
Tells me there are TWO fighting on the floor. Lovely, just lovely, all I need is my little boys walking out in the middle of 2 poisoned mice fighting-sounds dangerous to me. We are talking and I ask him just how big ARE these mice.
He says: oh, you know, big.
Me: HOW BIG????
Him: What do you consider big?
Me: HOW BIG????!!!!
Him:You don't want to know.
Me: Davide, you better tell me how big those things are!!!! Are they rats??
Him: I don't know. How big are rats?
Me: Were they this big? (Holding hands apart about a foot)
Him: No, not that big.
Me: Were their bodies THIS big??? (holding hands apart about 6-8 inches)
Him: yeah, about.
MY GOSH, I HAVE RATS IN MY HOUSE!!!! If you know what this past year has been like then you know I apparently live in a Halloween House. What next??? I don't feel safe and my stomach feels like crap. I want out and I want out NOW!!!!
So, tonight, we are setting rat traps with poison on the other side. One way or another they will be gone. If they aren't dead tonight I will not be here tomorrow. I will not live this way. This morning Dave and I were ready to pack our house and put it in storage until we can move lol. Yeah, it is that bad.
Now, give me a minute while I try to get the heater working AGAIN.......
