OK, so we have a mouse in the house somewhere. We know this because (Jessica, you may want to step away from the computer at this point) there are mouse poops around. First I found them on the rug next to our bed. Then in, gulp, Girlfriend’s bed (yeah, total yuck and eww). Now we’re finding them on the kitchen counters. I have no idea what it’s eating–no food is out and available in any of the places. We’re guessing that it’s coming up through the old grates we have in the house (our house is 100 years old). Anyway, I guess we need to get one of those humane traps and put the critter outside. But that won’t solve the problem of how it’s getting in. Please FSM, let it only be one and not a bunch.
DH has pointed out that I have a history with mice. It’s true. When I was little, I had a family of field mice (the cutest things on earth) living in my underwear drawer. No, my mom didn’t know. She would have freaked. Anway, I fed them candy bars and cookies and was quite pleased to have such cute pets. I have no idea what happened to them. But, I am convinced that these mice were from the world of the Brambly Hedge books.
Then, when I lived in New York City, I had a mouse that would come into my tiny studio apartment at night and rustle around in my kitchen garbage. Since the kitchen was a few feet away from my bed (which was my couch during the day), I could hear every single rustle. It kept me up. I finally got tired of it and one night, around midnight, I told the mouse to “Be quiet and go to sleep!” And you know what, it did. No more rustles that night. I finally found the hole it was entering by and sealed it up with steel wool.
Then there was the time (in the same apartment) when I was sleeping in, happy as a clam except for a strand of hair or something that kept getting in my face and tickling me. When I finally woke up, I turned over to find a huge cockroach on my pillow! YEEUUCCKK!
Fieldmice are cute aren’t they, the thing is once you catch mouse in a humane trap where do you humanely release it? We had major moral dilemmas a few months ago over the same issue, the offspring thought I was cruel removing our fieldmouse from the house and thought I could be adding to a major mouse refugee crisis, “Guilt” was my middle name for weeks. As for cockroaches – eek!