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We have mice in the apartment.

I found the hole where they're coming up from the (unoccupied) basement into our kitchen coat closet, and cleaned up a whole bunch of mouse poop in there, but I figure they'll be back.

I went to Home Depot and got a live trap (employee: "If you're having trouble deciding, I recommend the Predator spring traps." "No, I'm looking for a live trap." "A live trap?" "I'm not much of a predator.")

The trap I got curiously promises to catch "up to 4 mice" (the fifth one lines up outside, and so on), so in the morning hopefully the smell of organic, no-preservatives peanut butter will have worked well enough to catch, say, one.

And then I will figure out what to do with my live-trapped mouse.

(nyxie says I can't keep them as pets.)

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I'm glad I read this, because I was starting to feel like I was the only person in the province who didn't want the cruelest, goriest mouse trap imaginable. :P

(I wasn't allowed to keep ours as a pet, either. Blah blah vermin blah blah DRIPPING WITH PURE DISEASE!!! blah blah blah.)

By the by, we stuffed their entrance hole with steel wool (as they can't chew through it) and they never returned.

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