Yes it's true. Sad, but true. I'm a mouse killer. Believe me, at first I didn't want to kill one mouse let alone 4. Or maybe it's 5 now. I've lost count. It's probably because I've become so numb at killing that I don't think it matters anymore. Again, sad. Trust me I don't like what I've become even more than you do, oh judgemental reader. Look I've lived in my house for 4 years now, seems like longer, but it's only 4. Unless my math is off which it could be. Anyway, in those 4 years of residency I've had to deal with mice every winter. Ants in the summer and mice in the winter. I actually don't have a problem killing the ants. I bet if you put a camera on me during my killing spree of the ants I'd look like Sylvester Stallone or Arnold Schwarzenegger in one of there popular movies. You know the scene where there's a whole group of bad guys in front of them and they have a massive machine gun hanging from their shoulder with limitless ammo and during the machine guns 10 min massacre they have this pained look of satisfaction on their face. Course I haven't perfected my tag line to speak after the genocide like Arnie and Sly always seem to have.
But I digress. Mice. 4 years with those pesky little varmints. I think it was my first winter there and they were so bad they got in my sofa. I never saw one personally, but they leave a trail and it was all under my cushions. Plus they had chewed into an arm of the couch. So when I left in November for a few days I made sure the dog was with my sister and I turned off the heat. I think I taught them a lesson because, by golly, they haven't been in my sofa since. So this year I've actually heard them chewing/scratching in the kitchen. Have any of my 3 non-declawed cats caught one for me? NO! They don't even bother to investigate the sound! I tried non-killing techniques, but none have worked. It's bad enough that I've had to clean out several of my kitchen drawers multiple times. That's a lot of dishes to wash. No food has been broken into, but that maybe because the ants have put me on the defensive and almost everything that should be is in a sealed container.
I really don't know why the mice are hanging around the house then. I suppose it's warmer, though the kitchen cabinets aren't very well insulated and can be drafty at times. Whatever the reason they've been pretty persistent and have caused me to break down and buy traps. Nice big ones that chomp down on their heads when they go for the appetizing peanut butter. I caught 2 the first night I put them out. I only bought two because that's all I could afford. Since then I've caught a couple more, but there are nights in between each trapping. I'm not a ratologist, if such a thing exists, so I'm uneducated on their behavioral habits, but I hope that these 4 (or 5) were the only ones trespassing on my property. Because I'm running out of peanut butter...
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