So, the news of the day is:
It's official! We have mice... cute, small, gray, fuzzy ones... and apparently quite a few of them! Word on the streets is that living above a restaurant often leads to an invasion of these species.
Last night, as I was preparing to go to bed, one of the brazen little bleepity bleeps decided that it would be great fun to complete an Olympic sprint across my feet. Not past them, not close to them, across them. I screamed like a little girl. And then he turned around and audaciously made eye contact with me, as if to say, "What? You're displeased? You don't think I should be here? Catch me if you can."
Game on, Rasputin, game on. Those are fighting words and your mom's a hairy rodent. This means war.
Public enemy number #1 has been named: Rasputin, you must die. Pretty sure Anastasia and Trojan are running around somewhere there too, but so far they've been a bit more shy.
Now, the question is... quick and messy (traps) or savory and slow (borrowing a cat).
Either way, the epic battle of mice and men has begun...
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There is a trap that looks like a chip clip that is awesome.
I have also found that leaving a half-full peanut butter jar is a great trap. They go into the jar and drown in the peanut butter.
(I caught 32 mice in 6 months in a certain season of my life...)
yes, the chip clip trap! i forget what the brand name is, but it humanely breaks their little necks (/ crushes their little heads) and then you just pinch it open like a clothespin and drop them in the rubbish.
for bait i recommend peanut butter + one goldfish cracker.
good hunting....
"Those are fighting words and your mom's a hairy rodent."
Brilliant.
Anything so long as it's not poison. They will find your sources of liquid as a counter-measure and die there in slow, disgusting, bloated fashion. Not what you want to find in your morning coffee. Just saying.
I think you should go the gospel reconciliation route. Make friends with the mice.
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