When I was a nipper I loved Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse and Mighty Mouse. But I don’t love mice in my house. Where there are at least two right now. They’re the first mice in our house since we moved in 7½ years ago. I’ve no idea how they got in. Until now I considered our house mouse-proof. But clearly now it’s not. Unless, as I surmise, they entered through a temporarily open door. I’ll never know. I first became aware of them a week ago – via visual and olfactory cues in the pantry. Sweetheart Vivienne says there are always more mice than you see. She also told me poison’s the first line of attack. So a week ago I put down four bromadiolone [1] bait blocks. And I also removed all food from the pantry, leaving only canned and bottled food. But the mice continue nibbling at the bait blocks. So yesterday I upped the ante and bought a couple of mousetraps. Not your common wooden ones, mind you. Rather, safe n’ sure ones [2]. The box blurb says it’s ‘Truly a better mousetrap!’ – because stealing bait’s impossible, it snaps shut with more force than a wooden trap does without breaking the mouse’s skin, you don’t touch the dead mouse when releasing it, and after rinsing the trap in warm soapy water it’s ready for re-use. The best mousetrap bait? I don’t know. But I’m trying peanut butter first. This is work in progress, folks. Click on the Comments (below) for updates.
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