We've known for a while that our apartment building gets mice. It's old and the weather is turning colder. Few weeks ago we had been hearing some scratching in the floorboards, but nothing else.
So...last night I'm sitting on the couch after getting the boys settled back in their CN after a week long road trip to see family for the holidays. I have their travel cage sitting on the floor as I was in a "I'll empty/clean/break that down later, I'm tired" mood. I hear a little clink from the direction of their travel cage. And see a tiny little gray mouse hopping out of it with a piece of lab block in its' mouth. It then runs under my love seat.
Dang it. :gaah:
I look and don't see anything, mumble and mutter about uninvited house guests, and tell the mouse to stay away from the CN unless it wants to find out what happens in a "3 old boy rats vs you" cage match.
This afternoon I'm sitting on my couch and something in my peripheral vision makes me look up from my laptop...why hello there, tiny (and very cute) little gray mouse looking at me. From the armrest of the love seat. 3 feet away. Who then disappears INTO the cushions when I stand up.
Dang it again. :rant: :redhot:
So now my living room looks like a kindergarten class on PCP hit it. The couch and love seat are sitting on their sides with the cushions piled up. Found lots of mouse poop in both, and a nice little hole in my couch. Hmph. Apparently the sleeping bag I had under my love seat is the Best Mouse Bed EVER, judging by the amount of mouse poop in it. And found 1 dead mouse that has been that way for a while. (Really, do they HAVE to look so much like Eepers? Really?)
So, now I have a Made It Myself No Kill mousetrap (stack of books up to a small trashcan, toilet paper tube with peanut butter in the end balanced on the edge of the can) in the living room, and 3 confused rats who are peering out of their CN wondering why Dad is dismantling their play area (the couches).
Fun times.
So...last night I'm sitting on the couch after getting the boys settled back in their CN after a week long road trip to see family for the holidays. I have their travel cage sitting on the floor as I was in a "I'll empty/clean/break that down later, I'm tired" mood. I hear a little clink from the direction of their travel cage. And see a tiny little gray mouse hopping out of it with a piece of lab block in its' mouth. It then runs under my love seat.
Dang it. :gaah:
I look and don't see anything, mumble and mutter about uninvited house guests, and tell the mouse to stay away from the CN unless it wants to find out what happens in a "3 old boy rats vs you" cage match.
This afternoon I'm sitting on my couch and something in my peripheral vision makes me look up from my laptop...why hello there, tiny (and very cute) little gray mouse looking at me. From the armrest of the love seat. 3 feet away. Who then disappears INTO the cushions when I stand up.
Dang it again. :rant: :redhot:
So now my living room looks like a kindergarten class on PCP hit it. The couch and love seat are sitting on their sides with the cushions piled up. Found lots of mouse poop in both, and a nice little hole in my couch. Hmph. Apparently the sleeping bag I had under my love seat is the Best Mouse Bed EVER, judging by the amount of mouse poop in it. And found 1 dead mouse that has been that way for a while. (Really, do they HAVE to look so much like Eepers? Really?)
So, now I have a Made It Myself No Kill mousetrap (stack of books up to a small trashcan, toilet paper tube with peanut butter in the end balanced on the edge of the can) in the living room, and 3 confused rats who are peering out of their CN wondering why Dad is dismantling their play area (the couches).
Fun times.