First night? Four for four....yes, four full traps...Geeshh!! And one broken one in the process. I won't tell you how that happened exactly, but it was broke.
Second night? Only three traps left to set, since 4 minus one broken one equals, well, three. Ha! We were three for three that night.....bbbuuutttt, one trap is missing. Disappeared somewhere amongst the boxes. Poor thing got snapped....then tried to crawl away... UGH!! I can only imagine how we'll find that guy eventually.
Then we were out of town for a few days over Thanksgiving. That will give the little fella's some time to get comfy again, and maybe a little bit hungry in the process.
So, at least the mystery is solved. Mice. Lots of them, must crawl up inside the hole in the feed bag and participate in the happy-dance. Can you imagine sitting on top of, and being surrounded by, your favorite food? Well, that's what they were doing. And the more they ran around squeaking for joy and sinning by gluttony....the more that feed trickled out the quarter-sized hole in the bag and made it's way all over the floor around it.
Makes complete and perfect sense. Did I want to believe our garage was being overtaken by a herd of mice? Um, no....And do I enjoy the notion that we have to set traps to get rid of them? Um, no....But, they are completely and totally destructive. Not to mention gross when you notice the most obvious sign they leave behind on the ground. :(
If I could just evict them like a landlord does to a tenant, I would....but they have come to love the comforts our garage provides and I don't expect a 30 day notice letter would have them packing their bags and vacating our property.
So, we've waged war....and have every intention of winning.
Warm fuzzies,
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment