So we’ve been having this unseasonably warm weather and along with it the anomalies that brings. I heard on the radio this week that we can expect a bumper crop of mice. One pair of mice reportedly can result in over 3,000 offspring in a single season, and mating rituals are starting early this year. For mice, that is.
People who know me will tell you of my long and embattled war with critters. Some of the worst mouse experiences were chronicled in Of Mice and Me (under Critters in the archives), if you’re interested. I don’t care to write about them again. Right now I am girding for the next semiannual skirmish. Spring and fall is when they start scouting for weak spots in the foundation.
Personally, I leave mousetraps baited with peanut butter in the basement all year. I don’t check them, of course. In fact, I surround them with paper bags and furnace filters, so I won’t have to see a dead mouse. Then I wait for my son-in-law, Bret the Brave, to show up and check the traps. He hasn’t been by for quite a while. It could be getting ugly down there.
When my mother was well, I used to complain to her about having to pick up dead mice in the basement. She wasn’t especially sympathetic. “Oh, just get over it,” she’d say. Which reminds me of the time she took out a loaf of bread and found a live mouse in the bag. Mom dumped out the bag in the kitchen sink, hit the mouse with a wooden mallet, and stuffed it down the disposal. Did I mention that she was raised on a farm?
I have no intention of getting that close to a mouse myself. Otherwise, what was the point of having that big wedding for Gina and Bret? My role in this mission: pick up more mousetraps and peanut butter.
Photo: ©2000 Craig Orsini
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7 thoughts on “Mouse Hunting Season Again”
I could stand up to a 100 pound German Shepherd before I could even pick up a dead mouse let alone a live one.
I used to do those live traps and had to empty every other day. Was never sure if I got rid of any or if it was the same mouse every time. I stopped when I noticed the mouse brought its own candle and a tiny glass of champagne to go with the peanut butter and cracker I had left for it.
You are far more humane than I am. Live traps? Didn’t you have to feel them scurrying around in there when you picked them up? It would take me weeks to get over such thing. Thanks for reading!
I’d rather run naked in the street than pick one up. As far as I’m concerned, this is one of man’s greatest contributions to a relationship.
Yes, I can attest to the fact that you were no help at all when you lived here.
Ugly? How about smelly? Those little varmints sure produce a whole lotta stink.
Well, I haven’t smelled anything, so maybe I’m in luck! On the other hand, my nose doesn’t work very well. Thanks, Kate!