Dispatch from the Front

Scott Hardie | December 15, 2001
The war on mice continues.

I thought I eliminated the little fucker that liked the sink, but it turns out it wasn't the same mouse every time. When I got up the next morning, three mice scurried from the sink into the stove. Since then, every single time I've walked into the kitchen, a mouse has run from the sink over to the stove.

I set the trap again, and I thought I had one when I heard some cluttering in the kitchen. I waited a minute or two, then I went in to check, but there was no mouse in the trap. There was no cracker either. The little bastards had outsmarted it. I've got a third one going now, but they aren't touching it. They ate the peanut butter off the front but won't go inside. It could be because they don't smell the cracker inside, but it's probably because they've figured out the traps.

Well, I'm leaving for Florida for three weeks, and Kelly's not willing to do anything about the mice (she says she doesn't care but I think she's too lazy and/or squeamish), so the war will have to be postponed for three weeks. And I know, since Kelly is only active in the house for three hours a day, those mice are going to own this place by the time I come back. I've tried non-lethal traps, and I'll probably try them again upon my return, but I think it's time to go back to lethal ones after that.