Some readers might know we have been dealing with mice in the house for the last two years or so. It’s never seemed like much of an infestation, since we rarely see evidence. Droppings in the corners of the room, a little body scurrying across the floor… only once did they get into the any food. (Make that twice. More later). But there are some things I just don’t share well, and my home is one of those things, especially when the ‘roommate’ is something that could make my family sick. So, I got traps. Baited them with peanut butter (as was suggested) and set them in what appeared to be high-mouse-traffic spots. We also started plugging up holes in the floorboards and such with Brillo….between the soap and steel wool, mice do NOT like Brillo.
To date, the traps remain empty. One little rodent, I literally kicked out the back door. Another got into the Swiss Miss…and died, still stuffing his face with the stuff. (I won’t be buying Swiss Miss for personal consumption anymore.)
Today, being Sunday, I am doing my laundry. I was pulling a load out of the washer, when I noticed something small which I could not reach. I called Hubs. He comes down with a head lamp, and informs me we have a very wet, very dead, mouse in the washing machine. He was kind enough to remove it for me, as well.
Apparently, my house is not safe for mice, and it isn’t really anything I’m doing.
