The Quest for the Mice
I think a lot of folks can identify with having mice in outer-lying structures, such as our shed. I had been noticing when ever I went in and rocked the mower, or stepped on the scattered bale of hay that little, gray, 4-legged creatures would go scurrying off in the other direction.
We set a few traps, but to no avail. The mice continued to take up residence.
Things finally came to a head when [censored] caught a mouse and declared she was going to keep it for a pet. "How on earth did you manage to catch it," we asked. "Oh, I just got it from in the shed," she declared.
Well, that got mom moving. "If we have too many mice that you can just go and 'catch them', something needs to be done."
And so, they got to work cleaning out the shed. I was cleaning up some of our puppy supplies, and would periodically hear shrieks and feet stomping as the mice were flushed out of their previous homes.
"Hey, stomp on that one! He's headed for the door! Get 'em, get 'em!!!" somebody would holler.
"Its going behind the bucket, don't let it get away!" would squeal another person.
Shriek, and then, "Aaah! Its coming right for me!" "Just stomp on it!" retorted the older brother. Stomps would be heard, and then if successful, the current tally of dead mice would be announced.
I think until they had the shed cleaned out, they had exterminated about 15 mice.
Hopefully, the population of mice around here has been decreased. I guess if more move in, we might have to take higher measures, as we did with the rats. [I'll leave that to your own conclusions with the 'measures that were taken with the rats.]
We set a few traps, but to no avail. The mice continued to take up residence.
Things finally came to a head when [censored] caught a mouse and declared she was going to keep it for a pet. "How on earth did you manage to catch it," we asked. "Oh, I just got it from in the shed," she declared.
Well, that got mom moving. "If we have too many mice that you can just go and 'catch them', something needs to be done."
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| The pet mouse, that is no longer living. |
And so, they got to work cleaning out the shed. I was cleaning up some of our puppy supplies, and would periodically hear shrieks and feet stomping as the mice were flushed out of their previous homes.
"Hey, stomp on that one! He's headed for the door! Get 'em, get 'em!!!" somebody would holler.
"Its going behind the bucket, don't let it get away!" would squeal another person.
Shriek, and then, "Aaah! Its coming right for me!" "Just stomp on it!" retorted the older brother. Stomps would be heard, and then if successful, the current tally of dead mice would be announced.
I think until they had the shed cleaned out, they had exterminated about 15 mice.
Hopefully, the population of mice around here has been decreased. I guess if more move in, we might have to take higher measures, as we did with the rats. [I'll leave that to your own conclusions with the 'measures that were taken with the rats.]
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