Mouse poison dries them out like mummies. They don't get decomposed.

Hmm, interesting. I still don't think I'd want a mummified mouse in my house, if I could avoid it.

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Mouse poison dries them out like mummies. They don't get decomposed.

Hmm, interesting. I still don't think I'd want a mummified mouse in my house, if I could avoid it.
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Live mouse problems include:
* Noise and eating your food (the problems in the OP)
* Damage to property from their constant gnawing and foraging
* Urine stinks horribly and can damage property
* Droppings can stink, harm property, and can infect humans with Hantavirus and other illnesses
* Animal may carry other diseases
* Animal my have ticks, lice, bedbugs, and transfer those to humans
* The ticks and lice may harbor their own diseases
* The animals may nest in your house, causing the above problems to multiply.




Dead mouse problems include:
* Disposing of the corpse.


I've had to deal with a mouse nest one time. And it was horrible. I'd much rather deal with a few dead mice than a large family of live mice.

A single dead mouse may stink for a while, especially if they are trapped in your wall and it takes some time for the normal bugs living in your house to sort the creature out. But it is *NOTHING* compared to the stench of a family of mice leaving urine and droppings everywhere they run. In that case, you'll still eventually have to deal with the dead mice, but you will have more of them and they will have already caused additional problems.

or you could...

MouseMouse!

This is not as bad as my current problem. I have badgers in my house.

When I woke up this morning i went downstairs for a morning tea, opened the kitchen door, and found myself face to face with a minature snarling beast which after a few seconds I realised was a badger. Somebody had left the kitchen door open and it had come inside, either to for warmth or to sleep. You expect foxes to do this kind of thing but not badgers. Anyway, I shouted at it and clapped and it fled as fast as it could. It wasn't completely terrified of me as you would expect; I guess urban animals have some degree of tolerance for humans. What I dont get is why it wasn't put off by the smell of people.

In future im going to take my phone/camera with me when I come down in the morning, in hope of capturing a photo of a house badger.

*snip*

I think you missed my point. I'm saying kill it with a trap, not poison. No live mice, no stinky mice. Peanut butter on a trap seems to do the trick in most cases.

This is not as bad as my current problem. I have badgers in my house.

Yup, that'd definitely be worse!

Well [color=#1C2837][size=2]badgers is the kind of bug I would never be capable of killing.

Dead mouse problems include:
* Disposing of the corpse.

At one point, I was living in a rural area in the middle of a mouse plague. We threw poison into crevices/etc around the house to get the ones that managed to sneak inside. Turns out that an inaccessible ceiling crawlspace was full of the critters, who all died and formed a massive pile of decomposition up there. Some time later, I was woken up in the morning by the sound of something dripping onto the pile of papers next to my bed. I was tired and ignored it until something started dripping onto me (hot summer = no bedsheets). I finally sat up and found myself surrounded by maggots that were slipping through a tiny crack in the wooden ceiling over my bed. Jumped out of bed, opened my drawers to pull some pants on so I could run outside screaming, but my clothes were all covered in mouse shit.
God was I happy to move back to the city.

Haha! I mean this sort of stuff is cool to watch in movies etc., but I wouldn't fancy experiencing it - bloody maggot lair above my face..

I finally sat up and found myself surrounded by maggots that were slipping through a tiny crack in the wooden ceiling over my bed. Jumped out of bed, opened my drawers to pull some pants on so I could run outside screaming, but my clothes were all covered in mouse shit.
God was I happy to move back to the city.

GETOUT! Now that's a hell of a good story! ROFLMAO!

It's funny now, but I'm pretty sure I cried that morning ;P