Camp Miksic

not a creature was stirring....

except for the mice that inhabit our house.
the death toll is currently two.
i have mixed emotions about our battle with the mice. i like mice. hell, i used to have around 60 of them when i was a kid. started off with two, ended up with 60...in under a year.
this is my main concern...i've got no problem with a mouse or two living in our crawl spaces, raising their little family. you can't knock'em for wanting to survive this winter.
but a few turns into many very quickly. and they scurry across the kitchen counters where we cook and prepare food. this thought makes my skin crawl a little. the first two put up a good fight. they cleaned out one trap of its bait 3 times, were killed(we thought) once, escaped the trap before we could dispose of them, and then, finally were killed 'for real'. how does one survive a neck/head crushing by a spring loaded metal bar?
so, sadly, we have begun the battle.
saatchi, the cat, has proved herself to be a disappointment so far. today i caught her playing with(aka torturing) a mouse. chasing it, catching it, carrying it to a new spot then releasing it to repeat this process. i would love it if our cat took care of the mouse problem for us, but honestly, a quick snap of a trap across the neck is more humane than being toyed with for hours....so i saved the little guy from saatchi's clutches and released him into our shed. a fact brian will probably be a bit pissed about....like i said, i'm torn about this mouse conflict.
tonight we will be setting more traps... if the mice choose to walk into them, so be it.

posted by Editor @ 8:54 AM