The Mouse Capades Just Continue to Roll

I am back. Things just keep getting better on the rodent front. Perhaps, it is the construction going on two doors away. I do not know. All I know is this, we had a friend over for dinner last night. She is petrified by mice and rodents. There was no sighting while she was there. The remaining traps were set, baited and remained baited.

At around nine or so, we are all (the Wife, Lad and myself) just sitting on our bed watching some television. I notice something brown and small coming towards our open bedroom door and turn around and move to the office upstairs. Fuck me with a chainsaw! We are down to 3 traps now. I am not sure if that is good news or bad news. The things are getting used, though, and doing the trick.

I go downstairs to get a trap to put upstairs. What do I find? Under the breakfast bar, another confirmed kill. I have to tell you, as ugly as mice may be when on their paws with their backs facing up, dead on their backs with their ugly teeth showing is worse. I put the carcass and trap in a plastic bag and into the garbage it goes, along with the two others. I guess the Lad actually saw it when we came home on the Sunday. I also noticed that the bait was gone from one of the other traps.

I brought one upstairs and put the last one under the breakfast bar. I figure that is the place because it has already killed two and the other placements merely served as feeding stations. Fine, I hear no snapping upstairs.

At six this morning, I am up and check the trap upstairs. Baited, set and no mouse. Okay. I head downstairs, get the paper, turn on the light and lo and behold, dead mouse on its back, stuck in the trap under the breakfast bar. I have one trap left (the Wife is buying more) but the breakfast bar is the place to set them. Now, I really have to move the fridge and am really afraid of what I may find.

I go to bed disposing of dead mice and wake up to do the same. I am the TERMINATOR. The Wife called an exterminator, like they will find the entrance. I think it is a waste of money, but it may be worth a shot. When that one fails, I can always throw it back at her.

The Lad is bitching about them. Yet, for all his bitching, I have not seen him cleaning up the mess. I have not seen the Wife do it either. That is the problem that I have. I am doing ALL the work here with these things. Well, I have killed four, how many are there to go?

I guess that is the eternal question. Then again, I am thinking better mice than rats. Also, apparently my brother seems to believe that if you poison them, you can just throw up some air freshener and all is well. These things stink to high hell and low hell, too. I do not know how you live with that rotting garbage smell.

Ciao! I really do need some sleep but the Season 4 premier of Rescue Me is on. No rest for the wicked, and functionally useless, too.