Hopefully in the correct order [I will add to it as the situation progresses].
First off, me and AZ kept hearing weird noises. Especially behind the fridge. We just assumed we were a bit mad.
Then, after I came back from seeing CWB, fairly tipsy, I sat on my sofa and types ferociously about nothing in particular. As I looked up at AZ and said 'I hate mice!' [meaning laptop mice], I saw a black shape flicker in front of me near my drawers. I shook my head and stared, making AZ all weirded out. I then looked back to my screen and, having been asked to repeat what I said, I said, again 'I hate mice', looked up, and the black shape flickered again. I genuinely thought I was going mental. I started counting how many drinks I had and even hypothesising as to what the hell could have been in those drinks! Then, as I was on the brink of turning myself into a padded cell, and AZ on the brink of helping me get there, a mouse, now known as Muffin, appeared in the middle of my room. Playing it cool as ever, I sprung up onto the sofa yelling. It ran off.
We then set up two cameras to capture near the fridge.
The recordings took about 40 mins. After about half an hour passed [closed doors, fairly quiet conditions] I heard 'Ummm...Miiiilz... Oohhhhh!' I came to AZ's room, to see her cowering on her bed, and yattering on about it being in her room. I threw a pencil at where the mouse was, which lured it out and made it run under the fridge.
Upon closer inspection of the videos, Muffin was seen twice, lurking near the fridge, while the mouse from AZ's room, only made one appearance as she legged it from the room under the fridge. She is now known as Coco. [There are, of course, speculations about it being a fast-breeding family, rather than two innocent girly mice; it's OK - we've enough 'Crunchy' peanut butter to feed a whole herd!]
Convinced that mice in real life are just like ghosts in the film 'Skeleton Key' we poured salt along our doorways to repel the damn rodents. It didn't work. We also placed cloths dipped in fabric softener there to repel them. This, also, did not work. The next morning my cloth was moved and the salt line had paw prints in it. Grrreat!
Next came the day of my epic mouse trap idea, whereby I attached a piece of string to a can of hair mousse which held up a shoe box, under which was a muffin and some Fruit'n'Fibre. This did not work either, as I lurked for an hour, watching Chicken Run on mute and with subtitles, and neither bitch reappeared.
AZ's Easter Sunday was not so dandy. Apparently there were noises, and the peanut butter from the actual trap I bought was gone and the trap did not work. Also, as she was sitting on my floor, one ran past her and hid under my drawers. [I wonder what is so curious back there?] We also planned a glue trap, which involved putting super-glue all over a piece of card with peanut butter in the centre. This may have temporarily worked, but AZ was too much of a wuss to go check it out when she heard squealing. The sleepless nights they've caused me - I'll kill them with my bare hands if I can get my hands on them!
And today, morning of the 26th, I'm sat in my room. Typing away. Looking around, scared of my own shadow, guarding the fort. We set up another glue trap, and XR put more peanut butter on the actual trap, but I think the glue is now dry and the trap is meant for rats.
I keep remembering what Tom the Handyman told us - be thankful that there are mice, because that means that there are no rats because they'd eat them.
Right. And do you think the rats won't realise that there are mice here and come over and eat them? Come now...
Alright. Well. That's the mouse hunt so far. I'm hoping that the next report I'll have will be 'Both Muffin and Coco are dead'n'gone - woo!' This, however, seems unlikely given how poor our mouse-catching skills are. We shall see.
On the 29th April 2011, Muffin was captured into the Big Cheese mouse trap.
I was not here to witness the bloodshed, but feel kinda responsible, as I set up the trap. AZ also took pictures to show me. Nice...
We are now Coco hunting, using 5 smaller traps arranged around the side of the fridge. Bring it on Coco [who, by the way, keeps on appearing under the fridge and making chewing noises!]! BRING. IT. ON.
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