It wasn't long after we moved in that we began to notice signs of other inhabitants, little furry ones and some not so little by the sounds in the ceiling space. We bought some mouse traps, the old fashioned wooden kind and Nick set a couple in the kitchen.
I am absolutely hopeless when it comes to mice, I'm still traumatised by the time I caught a mouse in a trap and it hadn't died so I took it out of the trap and tried to get Naughty Dog to chew it up, but she just started playing with it. I yelled at her to kill it but she got scared with me raising my voice so she left it squeaking, flopping and twitching on the kitchen floor.
Anyway, we tried to catch this blessed mouse for a few weeks using tasty cheese, salami and some very fancy, delicious smoked havarti but it always managed to escape with the loot. I came in one day to find the mouse dead on the floor, not any where near a trap, so I screamed a couple of times, just to make sure it was dead and then bravely went out the long way to get Nick to remove it. We think that it died from high cholesterol or from eating all the really rich food that we had been feeding it. It’s a unique, almost kind sort of way to kill the little pests.
peanut butter is good !!
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