I hate mice. Like really. I consider myself a fairly feminist person but regarding mice…knock me up and point me toward the kitchen. Here’re my shoes for safekeeping. Just clean up the rodents.
So I live in an old basement apartment. About a year ago, I had mice. I could hear them. I complained to management, and they came in and sealed some stuff and also put down some bait.
I week or so ago I was trying to use my oven and the smoke alarm went off. I called management because I thought I could see mousy parts in the oven.
I discovered the dead one on one side of the stove (stuck in my broom). The manager discovered another in a glue trap I couldn’t quite see (I was too scared to check it). We thought that was the end.
Tonight we removed not one but TWO dead mice from inside my oven, under the broiler. I wondered why my oven rack was covered in mold…the manager was just as grossed out as I was. I kept asking, “Can’t I just get a new stove?” and he kept whacking my burners with my flashlight asking, “Is your stove broken yet?”
So, maybe not germane to your reptile problem, but definitely vermin related.