Up here in the rural part of Pennsylvania, we have a lot of cute little critters, deer and bears, praire dogs(or something like them) and skunks, but of them all we seem to have more mice then anything else.
We are originally from the city, and when we first got up here, seeing a mouse was a very horrifying expierence. :eek: But after being here for 9 years, I have at least gotten used to them. My husband on the other hand, has not.
We have had mice before, no one really liked them, but it was never a big deal. Now, we have a mutant mouse family, with attitude.
My husband wakes up at two o’clock every morning to go to work, earlier this week he heard a scraching noise, he thought it was a mouse. He investigated and saw enough “evidence” to confirm his suspicions and went about setting a trap. He woke me up to tell me about the trap, he had emptied out a kitchen drawer and put the trap there.
By the time I woke up in the morning, the trap had been sprung, however, it didn’t kill the mouse. The thing was trapped by it’s leg and he was flopping around in the drawer. Now, I’m not real sure what to do about it. I’m afraid that if I just leave it there, it would chew it’s leg off and die somewhere else and leave a nice odor for us all. Then I tried to pick it up and toss it in the woods, but it wouldn’t hold still long enough for me to grab it with my long BBQ tongs. So I made the decision to kill it. The question is, how ?
After some long thought, I had a plan. I threw an old kitchen towel on the mouse and trap, took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and started pounding like a madwoman with a hammer in the drawer. However, I guess I missed, because the mouse was still flopping around, so I did it again, this time with my eyes open. This time I got him. I really didn’t want to do it, but I didn’t know what else to do.
I can only assume that the rest of the mouse family was pissed off, because the next night, we had another one, he was living in our oven, which I don’t understand, I had been baking all day. So my husband went to place a trap in the oven, when he opens the oven door, the mouse is sitting there staring at us, he looked evil. We didn’t want to try to put the trap in there with the mouse sitting there, so since I am so good with the hammer, I started pounding on the top of the oven and managed to scare him off. I also left dents on the top of the oven.The critter somehow managed to eat all of the peanut butter off of the trap, and not set it off.
The following night, my husband pulled out his tool box and tried to make the traps more sensitive. He placed them all over the house. He’s really pissed by now. As he goes in the bathroom to brush his teeth and I was going into the bathroom also, the mutant mouse jumps out from under the washing machine and starts to run through the hall, both of the dogs start chasing him. I can only guess that right then and there, the mouse decided to make a stand. He gets into a corner, turns around and looks at my dogs. The dog just barked for a while, decided the mouse was not a threat, and walked away. At this point, my husband, the mountain man, started chasing the mouse around the house with a hammer. My kids who were asleep, heard the racket and came out to see what was going on. My daughter was just hanging out watching the show, my son went to get a hammer to join in the fun. Eventually, the mouse got away.
I wonder what tonight will bring.