Unwanted Mouse Call

Fiona as an Alberta Ballet's Nutcracker rat.

This morning, as I opened the door to let the dogs out, I was jolted out of my groggy morning state by the scurrying of little feet.

I'm not talking the cute little feet that pitter patter.

I'm saying really little feet, mouse feet.

{Pause for effect.}

Now if you grew up on a farm or even in an older house I'm sure you just sighed and are now wondering why this is even worth talking about.

Well, I didn't, grow up in those places that is.

I grew up in a new suburb where the mice hadn't really established their colonies and the houses were new and pretty mouse-entranceless.

The first time I had an experience with a mouse in my own house was at 17 when our cat brought one in to taunt for a while before having him for dinner.

So yes, it's irrational, but I just can't help that natural urge to jump on a chair when in close proximity to one of these furry buggers.

We have had mice in the past.

When we first moved into this house we had a major mouse battle on our hands.

We started by setting some humane traps.

We were delusional in the assumption that we could catch them all and release them into a beautiful field where they can all live happily together as a family.

Delusional indeed.

Cut to a couple of months later when we broke down and brought in an exterminator.

"Poison, that's the only way" he said as he caught a very pregnant mouse by the tail and flushed her down the toilet.

Brutal I know, but wise, filthy with years of experience.

We're pretty sure Jeff was able to chase our buddy out the open door this morning but are still taking precautions.

So today I pulled out a couple of those trusty green blocks of warfarin disguised as a delicious snack and placed them strategically.

My apologies if you're now feeling somewhat disquieted.

I hope, however, that my story can save someone that time wasted trying to be a nice guy.

Go straight for the poison, keep it well out of reach of children and pets and try not to think about the dried up carcasses in your wall.

On that note, happy Friday folks!