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Meeces
I went in the bathroom last night and a tiny, dark hallucination went streaking across the floor. "Ach, that's what comes of staying up too late staring at the monitor," I thought, but then the hallucination, instead of disappearing, started running round and round in circles and I had time to identify it. A mouse. Finally it quit panicking and ran to the corner and hid. And here's something I didn't know before- mice don't realise they have tails. I located it behind the toilet cleaner and it bolted behind the toilet pedestal and every hiding place it chose it forgot to tuck its tail in. After a while I gave up trying to catch it and just opened the bathroom door and invited it to find its own way out.
I'm torn between "how cute" and "oh drat".
I told Ailz this morning. She proposes getting a batch of these plug-in doodads she's seen advertised that emit a ultra-sound screetch that mice can't abide. A sort of Pied Piper effect in reverse.
P.S. Since I wrote the above, Ailz has been looking on-line and she finds that the screetching doodads also disgust spiders. What, drive out our lucky spiders that catch the flies? No way! So we need to do a rethink. I propose humane traps. Then I can take the meeces out the back and let them loose in the long grass. I absolutely refuse to kill them.
I'm torn between "how cute" and "oh drat".
I told Ailz this morning. She proposes getting a batch of these plug-in doodads she's seen advertised that emit a ultra-sound screetch that mice can't abide. A sort of Pied Piper effect in reverse.
P.S. Since I wrote the above, Ailz has been looking on-line and she finds that the screetching doodads also disgust spiders. What, drive out our lucky spiders that catch the flies? No way! So we need to do a rethink. I propose humane traps. Then I can take the meeces out the back and let them loose in the long grass. I absolutely refuse to kill them.
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1. It will return to the house.
2. Being a house mouse, it will fail dismally to survive outdoors.
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Probably from the house next door. This is a terrace property.
Ho hum.
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I once trapped nineteen mice in a single winter.
(Or the same mouse nineteen times, says Kate.)
No, really! They were all different colors--some had gray round ears, some had brown ears, some had curly fur--and I got to see them up close, because I had a small relationship with each one that lasted from the moment I discovered them in their traps until I carried them across the road into the vacant lot and opened the trapdoor with a stick.
"Go! Hurry up!" I invariably said. Some of them would hang back, some would dash right off.
And they all got a nice meal, too--they LOVE peanut butter on crackers. Better than cheese!
I vote for the humane traps. Also, I worry about those sonic emitters: what if, on a very deep level, you can react to them yourself, and don't know it? Maybe you find yourself tensing up and not knowing why!
Not worth testing it. Besides, it might be like torture to--say, moths.
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Maybe this particular mouse was a aberration- a country mouse who had strolled in from the great outdoors and, once evicted from the bathroom, was only too glad to hurry back to his native pastures.
I haven't had this problem before. In the past the only mice who have ever showed up have been the ones the cats brought in- usually well chewed.
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There are non-killer cats; I know, I have four. I once had to rescue a fly that was s l o w l y and accidentally being beaten to death by Magic's curiously tap...tap...tapping paw. (That sentence truly doesn't capture the moment, btw. It was both horrifying and absolutely hilarious.)
If you want to avoid future mice, I hear the big thing is to hunt for where it got in and block it off.
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they did not.
i didn't have mice to begin with so perhaps they would work for them and you would be able to keep your spiders (EWWWW~!).
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Snakes I'm fine with- so long as they're not poisonous.
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Here at work, we have mice - of course we do, it's a big buidling and lots of tempting treats for little mousies. We had one in the office for awhile, named him Marvin. They wanted to put down those horrible glue traps - I found a mouse face on one of those...couldn't stand the thought of some poor mousie running around dying without a face. I said NO WAY, no glue traps in here.
So, we have mousies at the law school. We keep everything in metal containers, and that's all we can do.
Still regret having killed those mousies...but they got into my flour and sugar and ran across my silverware and left calling cards in my silverware drawer. Very unhealthy.
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I think our sugar and flour and rice are safe. I very much hope so. If I see any signs of them being tampered with I shall have to act.
At the moment I'm proposing to live and let live.
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I don't enjoy killing any living creature.
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The rice we buy in a HUGE bag made of denim (really.)I guess a determined mouse could gnaw its way though. I must keep my eye on it.
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Growing up, we never had problems with mice - but we did sometimes have problems with snakes. :)
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I had a mouse a few years ago. I ended up putting everything edible (flour, etc) in glass jars and he eventually died. I found his little dessicated corpse on the floor of the hall closet one day. Please -- I don't use the hall closet very often.
My father (lifelong seller of pesticides) is appalled that I don't kill household pests, but I have enough bad karma as it is. Oh, except for silverfish. I kill silverfish with glee, because they are my big fear. Go figure. I live in a state where we have three inch roaches. Sometimes they fly. That, I can deal with. Silverfish? GGGGGGAAAAHHHH.
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When I was a very little kid I turned round in the bath to find a very big moth floating in the water behind me.
I got out so fast......