Rodent Trouble...
Ten years ago I built my house on what used to be farmland. I love living away from the city while still being close enough to everything. We have all kinds of wildlife passing through the yard, deer, foxes and bald eagles to name a few. Mice and rabbits are permanent residents. They were here first, and I built my house on top of their's.
Either someone is throwing Cocoa Puffs all over the front porch and back deck or the rabbits are sending a message. At least for now the rabbits are still on the outside.
The same however cannot be said for the mice. Every winter they take up residence in my attic. I'm not sure how they get up there (maybe through the garage). The scratching and scurrying are annoying, but they have found a way into the kitchen. That's where I draw the line.
Each winter I declare war and break out the traps. Just the old fashioned spring traps, but the secret is in the bait. Cartoon mice eat cheese. Real mice like grain products, and are peanut butter junkies. I use the peanut butter to hold a single Cheerio on the trigger plate.
Last year I bagged 16 of them little bastards. They just kept coming, almost as quickly as I could reset the traps.
The other day my wife noticed fresh turds in the drawer by the stove. Mousey season was officially open. The next morning I opened the drawer and saw something I had never seen before.
Warning mousey murder...
We lovingly refer to this as "mousey surprise". They didn't even get to finish the peanut butter.
Thank God we don't have roaches.
The little bastards just keep coming. 15 in 72 hours.
