Ever since we saw our first mouse run across our living room floor and dive behind a book shelf back in April, we have been tirelessly trying to get rid of it (them? we had no idea how many there were).
This mouse continuously made a near-nightly ritual of running through our living room and stashing itself away behind our DVD collection. It would usually cause me to scream and crawl up on the couch and not get down for quite some time.
We decided to trap the mouse one night using a mixing bowl. It was my job to drop the mixing bowl on top of the mouse. We weren't sure what we were going to do after that. We pried the shelving away from the wall and the mouse darted out. What ensued was something of this nature:
It was disastrous. As the mouse, in a confused panic, flitted around at my feet, I was shrieking uncontrollably and trying to avoid having the mouse come into contact with me in anyway. I ended up slamming the mixing bowl down on the ground approximately 15 full seconds after it escaped. I was still screaming.
This is when we discovered that this was not the way to catch mice. We purchased spring traps and glue traps. For two months the mice courageously licked peanut butter off the spring traps and side-stepped around the glue traps.
Our fruitless attempts instilled in me a strong sense of inadequacy that we could not somehow outsmart the little guys. Not even our building maintenance knew what to do.
The boldest move our maintenance guys made in helping us to rid the apartment of mice was taking a sheet of one of my paper towels and stuffing it in a hole in the floor near our living room radiator. I was very uncertain about this method considering I was pretty sure mice liked to use that kind of stuff as bedding and enjoyed chewing it into a soft pulp. The paper towel disappeared shortly thereafter and I am sure a happy litter of baby mice are napping comfortably in it as I write this.
We weren't even sure the glue traps were even sticky anymore when we left for our four day trip to the Cape a few weeks ago.
This leads to my next story.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
I am not a cruel person
I would like to start this blog with a disclaimer. I am not a cruel, animal-hating person. I love animals. There are a few exceptions. I don't really like bugs but I have no problem crushing them underfoot.
I HATE snakes. If you tried to get a snake near me I promise you that I will kill you. I am not kidding. I will become blind with terror, the world will go blank for me and I will wake up to a very grizzly scene. I probably have the capability of running straight through a brick wall to escape a snake.
I have always been a bit grossed out by mice. I am fine when they are in cages. I actually find them quite adorable when they are snuggled in sawdust next to their little exercise wheels in a pet store cage.
This is an example of the mice I used to imagine in my childhood:
But guess what, they are not cute like that. They are disgusting. My dad has been very involved with the CDC in Atlanta throughout his medical career and has filled my brain with horror stories such as my favorite involving poisonous mouse pee dust getting into your lungs and killing you in 24 hours.
Here is an example of the mice that I have come to know and HATE:
Here is an example of the cock-sure ancestors of these evil mice that have invaded my home:
Those little assholes thought they would be safe to move right on into your house here in America, pick out a good home in one of your old pillows or shoes and raise millions of little baby Feivels. But you know what? I say "Hell no!!"
I will not put up with mice scampering across my kitchen floor or pooping on my counters or going through my bathroom trash, ripping apart used tampons and scattering them on the floor. I know, I nearly barfed too.
So my boyfriend and I started setting traps, all kinds of traps. Spring traps, traps where you can't see them get smashed inside, and glue traps. Oh waaaaaaaaaaaah! They are cruel, so friggin' what? If you have been harassed by disease carrying rodents for four months you would not care how you catch and kill mice. I could care less whether they starve in a glue trap or experience a swift death at the hands of spring trap.
THE END!
I HATE snakes. If you tried to get a snake near me I promise you that I will kill you. I am not kidding. I will become blind with terror, the world will go blank for me and I will wake up to a very grizzly scene. I probably have the capability of running straight through a brick wall to escape a snake.
I have always been a bit grossed out by mice. I am fine when they are in cages. I actually find them quite adorable when they are snuggled in sawdust next to their little exercise wheels in a pet store cage.
This is an example of the mice I used to imagine in my childhood:
But guess what, they are not cute like that. They are disgusting. My dad has been very involved with the CDC in Atlanta throughout his medical career and has filled my brain with horror stories such as my favorite involving poisonous mouse pee dust getting into your lungs and killing you in 24 hours.
Here is an example of the mice that I have come to know and HATE:
Here is an example of the cock-sure ancestors of these evil mice that have invaded my home:
Those little assholes thought they would be safe to move right on into your house here in America, pick out a good home in one of your old pillows or shoes and raise millions of little baby Feivels. But you know what? I say "Hell no!!"
I will not put up with mice scampering across my kitchen floor or pooping on my counters or going through my bathroom trash, ripping apart used tampons and scattering them on the floor. I know, I nearly barfed too.
So my boyfriend and I started setting traps, all kinds of traps. Spring traps, traps where you can't see them get smashed inside, and glue traps. Oh waaaaaaaaaaaah! They are cruel, so friggin' what? If you have been harassed by disease carrying rodents for four months you would not care how you catch and kill mice. I could care less whether they starve in a glue trap or experience a swift death at the hands of spring trap.
THE END!
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