Of Mice and Men
Apparently my story is not so unique. And apparently this is the season. It’s cold outside and warm inside. So if you’re outside and cold, you probably try to get inside and warm. So I understand. Really I do.
Last week, I believe it was Thursday evening, Daniel and I went to bed late…after midnight. We had just settled in for the night and then heard this noise that caused us both to hold our breath and lift our heads up off the pillow. Then we heard it again. My head starts spinning and my thoughts run wild. We both are “shushing” each others nervous breathing and now audible heartbeats. It stops. We lay our heads back down, thinking it was just an old house noise or wind.
But then, we heard it again and by this point knew something was not right. I’m waiting for Daniel to pull out his hero sword and slay the robber, or wolf, or bear outside our bedroom wall while I’m looking for the Maglight for self protection and backup. I’m hoping my inner adrenaline will make me more powerful than my opposition. I am Woman, Hear me Roar!
Daniel goes outside, nothing. Comes back in, gets back in bed. We hear it again. It sounds like it is right outside our bedroom on the porch. He refuses to get up, so I take that powerful Maglight and get the nerve to go look. Nothing. But there is something. And now deductive reasoning tells us, it is in the wall right by our headboard. Nice.
So, all night long, there was a party in our walls. The scurrying, gnawing, falling, crashing wood kind of party. We maybe slept for 5 minutes while it or they were catching their breath.
Fast forward 5 days later. I didn’t clean the kitchen fully the night before. However, IT helped me out overnight with the crumbs on my counter but left me many, many, many, many nice little surprises behind. Lovely.
So, I called our pest control guy who visits us every month to come with his mad skillz and resources to do away with our new found party animal. We now have some really mean sticky traps in our kitchen floor and some nice poisonous bait in the attic and crawl space. Luckily, I haven’t had to figure out what to do with a live mouse who is stuck in our gooey trap.
The LBD Dual Significance: I’ll spare ya the Life By Design Dual Significance. However, we can definitely pass around some helpful hints. Thanks Paige for the drowning idea. GROSS! Have a great day everyone! 
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ARGHHHH! Our apt in Cool Springs was invested with mice so I totally understand your frustration and the “delight” you feel when you’re given so many wonderful gifts!! I wish I had some great advice to pass along, but nothing really worked for us except the good ole fashion traps. Put a little peanut butter on the trap and wait. We killed some but there were many others. I hope that’s NOT the case for you guys! So sorry, my friend.
Thanks for your sweet comments. I would LOVE to see you more!! Let’s try to figure something out soon.
Your Welcome! Let me know when you catch the sucker!
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i also LOVE google and all the tools they have so maybe that is the other reason
oh….and about mice, just use the traps that kill them. put cheese or peanut butter and YES their heads might smush, but it works the best. they even have some pretty cool plastic traps that are pretty easy to set, they don’t have all the metal/springs that make it so hard.
take it from someone who had the job of setting and cleaning all the traps on the farm..super fun memories.
Yuck! We found a dead mouse in our garage last night. I have yet to see evidence of them inside and I will FLIP OUT if I do!! I hope it gets taken care of soon! =)
I would have loved to see you walking around with that big maglight trying to be prepared for whatever might jump out at you! Now, that would be a great picture for the blog! Well, maybe by the time I come to see your house you will have taken care of your fury friends. You do such a good job on your blog though, I always look forward to reading your thoughts & adventures.
When I was growing up, we had a field behind our house and we would get mice regularly in the winter. My mom never used cheese, she used peanut butter or butter. They seemed to really like butter. Gross. And our cat loved that we had mice – kept her entertained. I guess you could get a cat. =)
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