I just got one:





I also placed some poison pellets below the oven. Let's see what happens...

I just got one:





I also placed some poison pellets below the oven. Let's see what happens...

What's on it for bait?

Seriously, try some peanut butter.

P I Z Z A

We have as much access here to peanut butter as the US to dulce de leche. (which is a shame cause I love peanut butter!)

I've had mouse problems here several times. The cats don't seem to care anymore so I took it unto myself to bring doom upon them.
So far my score sheet is: AFP 4, Mice 2

Below is a true story of the adventures I had. It is NOT for the faint of heart reader.

One late evening I heard some chatter in the kitchen behind the cupboards. When I opened the door I had 4 beady little black eyeballs staring back at me. Before I could react they dashed off into the unknown quarters of the back of the cabinet. I had to devise a plan for the next encounter.
It seems that these mice enjoy snacking on the cabinet wood for some reason because I heard them the next night in the same place.
I had to quietly sneak in the kitchen as to not alert them of my presence. I tip toed over to the wood stove and grabbed my work gloves. As they were eating my precious cardboard-like wood I slipped my gloves on and opened the cupboard. I swiftly snagged one of the two that were there and triumphantly bragged to my room mate about it . The next night I could hear the survivor of the first encounter in the very same place. I promptly dealt with him in the very same manner. A few days later I "found" another mouse by putting my foot into my boot only to feel and hear a gross squish on the first step. He must have been some sort of spy.

The mice quickly became wise to me and began some sort of an uprising.
After the mouse-in-boot incident I heard another of the little suckers in the cabinet. I prepared for the assault by equipping my trusty mouse-catching gloves and swung the cabinet door open only to be greeted with a mouse that had lunged itself at me. I frantically flailed around trying to knock him off while he ran up my arm and around my neck. We both landed on the floor and I could see him scurry underneath the refrigerator. I thought to myself that this was not a good sigh. These mice obviously have some sort of super intelligence. I had to be careful.

The next couple of days it was quiet, but I didn't let this fool me. I knew these little nightmares were up to something. And they were. They went after me in my most vulnerable state -- on the crapper!
I was doing my business when all of a sudden I heard a "squeak, squeak, squeeeeaaak!". I had only a few seconds to act when I noticed out of the corner of my eye the assailant dashing towards me. I knew what I had to do. I stood up right as he jumped at me(or maybe the toilet, I am not sure on this one) only to miss his mark and land on the foul demon I had forced out of myself seconds before. I laughed out loud at the victory I had achieved and quickly flushed the toilet.

The sixth battle was fought outside. It was a cold morning in Vermont and I had to bring some wood in to keep the stove fired up for the day. I was still in my morning sweatpants that I normally sleep in during the cold nights and did not feel like changing because all was fine that morning. The birds were chirping and the sun was shining over the fresh powder that had dropped during the night; it was truly a glorious morning to behold.
As I threw the last few logs into the wood bin I began hearing a scratching sound that I just couldn't pin point. I crept over to the chimney soot holder that I always neglect to clean out. I knew my next encounter would be awaiting me behind the door. I was defenseless again. I had nothing to fend off this vicious little squeaker. I had no gloves, no weapons and no shirt to protect myself in case of an ambush.
I grabbed a small kindling stick that could be used as a makeshift club if things went down bad and opened the door. Before I could think I stuck my club into the black ash covered opening and churned like it was butter. I heard a flop and looked down through the cloud of soot and ash just in time to see the little avenger run underneath my sweatpants, I could fill him climbing against my leg. I did what any 20 something year old man would do when his life was in danger. I let out my Xena Warrior Princess battle cry and stripped faster than a dancer at a chip n dales club and dashed inside of the house.
At this time my room mate was up and wandering around the kitchen looking for breakfast only to have his taste for food scared away by the site of my dangly-doo's that had felt the chill of an early winter morning. The little mouse had successfully shamed me in front of my room mate.

I have yet to hear anymore critters in the house. But I am vigilant and I keep a trained ear always on watch. I know that one day they will return and in greater numbers. I can only hope and pray that I stand strong when the onslaught begins.