If you didn’t read the first part, you should read it here.
this is not our mouse, but rather a random one from the internet.
I slept beautifully after all of the wine and chocolate. When I woke up the next morning, I was refreshed and well rested. Dave, on the other hand, was not. He spent the night listening to the mouse gnaw on the cupboard and Frank practicing catch and release practices.
Me: Are you going to shower in there?
Dave: Of course. I’m pretty sure the mouse has been fatally wounded and is stuck under the cupboard. After breakfast I will take off the kick board and extract him. And then we will be done with this and tonight I will be able to sleep.
After Dave’s shower I found him in the other bathroom brushing his teeth.
Me: How was your shower?
Dave: Fine.
Me: Did you see the mouse?
Dave: No
Me: Could you hear him scratching and squeaking? Did you hear him calling for his friends to perform a rescue mission?
Dave: While the water was on I couldn’t hear him. But when the water was off I could hear him gnawing, that’s why I’m in here brushing my teeth. Seriously, it’s fine. Go take a shower. I’m pretty sure he’s stuck back there.
Tentatively I walked into the bathroom and of course my eyes were instantly drawn to the cupboard. Dave had left the door open. I’m not sure why, maybe to encourage him to break free and infest the rest of the house. I was thinking about all of the horrible things that could happen, like being stuck in a shower with a little mouse, or having to get a bar of soap and being bitten by a mouse, or the mouse coming out of his hidey hole bloody and mangled to expire at my feet, or standing there while a SWAT team of mice came in to rescue the poor hurt mouse behind the cupboard. Just then, in the middle of all of this contemplation, the mouse jumped out of the hole! This involved lots of screaming, which instantly caused the mouse to jump back down the hole.
Jake comes running in.
Jake: Mommy, what’s wrong?
Me: Hurry go get your Dad!
When I said hurry, it translated to “frolic into the general direction of your dad and then play a game before rescuing me.”
As Dave dismantled the cupboard, I showered downstairs.
Dave: I have some good news and some bad news.
Me: Give me the good news.
Dave: I have found how the mouse was getting in the house.
Me: And the bad?
Dave: I didn’t find the mouse. BUT I laid some poison out for him. Maybe you should call an exterminator. Maybe we’ll find out that they catch mice for a very reasonable amount of money, and then we won’t have to worry about it anymore.
Me: What is a reasonable amount?
Dave: $50?
I called around looking for a Christopher Walkenesque exterminator. Alas, I could not find an independent exterminator available at 4pm on a Saturday. I called Terminex. It turns out that Terminex uses fear tactics.
Me: Hi, I have a mouse problem.
Him: I’m sorry ma’am. There is no such thing as a mouse problem, MICE travel in packs, never alone. (At this point I’m imagining Cluney the Scourge and his gang trying to take over our home.)
Me: Well for my own peace of mind, we will from now on refer to mice as a MOUSE.
I then go on to tell him our situation with our mouse who loves exlax and cough drops. (Which he found very amusing)
Him: Some little facts about MICE. A female mouse can have up to 300 off spring a year.
Me: Gosh, they’re busier than rabbits!
Him: Mice like to hide in wood piles, tall grass, bushes, compost piles, etc.
Me: I live in the middle of the forest, so basically I’m screwed.
Him: Sounds like instead of common house mice, you probably have deer mice. Which are smaller and craftier.
Me: Awesome!
Him: Mice also only travel about 65 feet in their life, so if you do have MICE, it’s home is probably pretty close to your home.
Me: Sixty-five feet is a considerable distance. If I draw a 65-foot circle around my house I think I’d be at the neighbors.
He then goes into the details of cost and what they will do.
Him: We believe in humane extermination. Instead of laying poisons, we will place traps around your home and in any problem spots.
Me: And what about when these traps catch the mouse?
Him: You can dispose of him or we will come at our convenience. (ewe! I’m sure that we’d catch one while Dave was in China! Blech!)
Me: I think we’ll try our luck with the poison and the cat. If that fails, I can always lace my traps with ex lax…
I relayed the conversation to Dave.
We decided to cut all the bushes/trees back which come in contact with our house, lay poison and encourage Frank to become a mouser. Frank has found three of them, I’m thankful to say that they were all outside. We are rather proud of him! It’s like he was born with hunting instincts!
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