All right, that’s it. Game over. Wall-to-wall glue traps on every inch of my floor. I don’t give a fuck if this thing suffers, dies of thirst, cries, this is fucking war. And my friend will be visiting from out of town tomorrow, and he’s a boy, and he’s not afraid of mice, and your ass is going down.
You win tonight, Mickey, but trust me, you will die and soon. Sorry it had to end this way.
Honestly Mean Old Lady, if you’re being observant – and from the tone of your posts I get the feeling that you’d be the type to be observant – you’d see evidence. When I had mice, anywhere there was food available, they’d eat it. And apparently they shit almost immediately upon eating. Once I found a mostly empty bag of egg noodles that had been chewed into and which was surrounded by mouse scat. And this was on the third shelf in the pantry. Dem little fuckers can get anywhere they want, and they shit everywhere. God that was a terrible time. I don’t even like thinking about it.
But what I’m saying is, if you’ve not seen or heard any evidence, he’s probably gone. It’ll take some time to feel safe and secure, but after a few days or weeks of no evidence of mouse infestation you’ll eventually be able to sleep comfortably.
Point is, I know what you’re going through and it’s rough. And I hate mice. Plus I live in Chicago. So if he comes back, I have knives, I have fire, and I have poison.
I’ll find him for three, but I’ll catch him, and kill him, for ten.
Dollars. It’s only a mouse, after all.
Just remember when you’re covering every inch of floor to do it so that you can get out the door and haven’t painted yourself into a corner.
The thing is chances are the infestation, if there is one, is somewhere else nearby, a neighbors house or whatever. And the aroma from those things will keep calling more over even after the traps are gone.
You need to get on your landlord and talk to your neighbors. I’m really sorry you’re dealing with this (no, really), but a mouse in your house is a mouse in your neighbor’s house. If they don’t have traps and aren’t being responsible, what good does that do you?
You could always try to get those sonar alarm things…don’t know if they actually work.
Really, though, don’t let anything skirt up your bed…or curtains to your bed…and bug the f out of your landlord.
Right! I suspected it might be gone, which is why I finally worked up the courage to sleep here tonight. The bait remains in the traps, there’s no mouse shit anywhere, the one bag of flour that I left in my cabinet bound only by a chip clip remains entirely un-punctured. I figured it got scared of me and left. Nope! Saw it five minutes ago.
You still live in Logan Square? I’m thee Blue Line stops away and will give you all of my money!
Along the walls, smart ass.
Why am I still here? I’m going to get drunk at the bar a few blocks away and wait for my friend to get home. There will be my Ballad of Triumph, goddamn it, but not tonight.
The juxtaposition of a username like **Mean Old Lady **and fear… no make that INSANE fear… of mice, is making me giggle. (no I haven’t finished the whole thread yet, and I’m sure others have thought of it also).
New York City rats have Chicago rats as pets.
I hope MOL has a baseball bat. A drunk lady in a house with a mouse? Pics, plz!
I get why people are irrationally afraid of spiders. They are venemous and creepy looking.
What is it about a mouse that you find so terribly frightening? It’s speed? It’s teeth? It’s diseases? It’s persistent intent at the setting of the sun to try to TAKE OVER THE WORLD?
Wow. I’m just seeing this thread for the first time.
MOL, you’re a pussy! Who’d a thunk it.
Pfft sure she’s afraid but what I’m seeing in this thread is that mice (and/or fear) make MOL MOL
So all this falderol made me GoogleImage [Mouse, Thumb]. Which brought up some ** seriously disturbed taxidermy.
** Warning, this taxidermy is seriously disturbed. **
Hell, girl, for all of your money, I’ll ship you my cat! 
And to Elfkin477, yes, I’m pretty sure I know the difference between a rat and a mouse. I live in Florida. Apparently, we have very well fed mice here. The decrepit dog caught a (really slow and stupid) rat. Its body was about the length of my hand.
I am not. 
Ha ha, yes!
So I just got home, tiptoed around the place looking for signs of death, but alas, there are none. Oh *why *can’t I have a dead rodent in my apt?
What happened to the apartment
MOL: It has been purified with FLAME!
You know what you’re going to have to do, MOL, right?
Nuke it from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.
:: D & R ::
After reading many of her threads, it’s clear that she is not a mean lady. She may be a mean drunk.
And that’s the problem her. She is leaving her apartment to get drunk. No, stay home! ** MOL**, try getting drunk at your own place tonight. Once you get in the right state of mind and you see that mouse, you’ll know what to do. Mayhem will ensue. You won’t remember most of it, but I bet you’ll have the dead mouse you wish for. Probably some other damage too, but that’s war.
I have a “cleaner” I brought home from Africa who has a history of swallowing birds and mice whole, leaving no evidence they ever existed. She kept my house completely pest-free, so I never woke up in the middle of the night with a rat on my arm like a friend of mine did. I would also like to suggest a mosquito net or a zip-up mosquito tent. I lived in a very buggy/crittery part of the world and those things keep the creepy-crawlies out very well.
Edit: @Dag: Couldn’t stay home! The night I saw the little fucker I slept for something like 90 minutes! No dice. I will tonight, though. I’ll have my friend, who I’ve designated as a professional mouse trapper, and there will be drinking, so we shall see.
@Debacle: Is this “cleaner” legal where I live? If not, how do I smuggle it in?
