I live in a beautiful log cabin that is nestled in the beautiful green mountains of Vermont. A lovely brook flows past my house, creating a very peaceful atmosphere. I am very content living in the middle of nowhere. The solitude, serenity and peace of mind it creates suit me quite well. But of course living in the country means learning to live with those wonderful four legged creatures known as mice. They are not my favorite thing and do not bring me any serenity or peace of mind whatsoever. Still, one must learn to accept the free gifts that their environment provides, so I do my best.
When I first moved here, I tried those we-love-mice-so-we-won’t-kill-them-just-move-them, mousetraps. That whole process was pointless and obnoxious. I would find a mouse in the trap, pile him in the car, and relocate him down the street. Done, right? Wrong. Less than two hours later, he or his wife or whatever is back in the trap again. He probably beat me home.
They probably consider it their own Adventure Bound reality TV series for mice.
“Hey guess what? Go into that little box and eat the food. You’ll get trapped in there, and pretty soon you’re in the middle of nowhere. The object of the game is to find your way back to the cabin and get into that box again before the mean lady gets back. Then when she finds you there she flips out and does it again. It’s way fun!”
That’s probably what they’re thinking.
I tried decon and that is an even worse idea because they die in the walls and stink forever and ever and ever. Awful rotting corpse smells that even the best air freshener can’t hide.
The sticky traps are just too cruel for me. I couldn’t do that to any animal.
So, I use the old fashioned traps. They are normally very quick and painless for the mouse. Put a little peanut butter on that puppy, and whamo! Done. Throw it out. Put more peanut butter on it and you are ready to go for another round. I’m sorry if I’m offending some of you, but it’s them or me. They are way too destructive. Mice in the house leads to nests, mealy worms, carpenter bees, carpenter ants, woodpeckers and other critters and diseases too numerous to mention. Not worth it.
Well, very early this morning I found a mouse in a trap but he was still alive. I did feel bad for him. I put my coat, boots, hat and gloves on over my jammies and headed out the door to throw him over the bank. I threw him overboard, said a prayer for him and went back in.
I put some new peanut butter on the trap and was getting ready to take it down to the basement again when I found something crawling on my neck.
“What the heck is that?” I yelled as I danced around in horror and fright.
Immediately the coat, gloves, hat and pajama top go flying. There is the mouse sitting on the floor. I had thrown him down my own back instead of over the bank. Good one. I was very grossed out. I then felt compassion for my poor injured friend.
“I’m sorry honey, I don’t mean to be cruel and I’m sorry it has to be this way but you can’t be in my house. That’s the way it is. Live outside and things will go fine.” I then picked him up in a rag and made sure he went over the bank this time.
Okay so I never was good at sports. I can’t really throw anything. Obviously. Maybe that was my punishment for injuring him. Hopefully he won’t come back and visit me in my sleep.