So we're in our "new" house. We moved from renting a one bedroom to renting a 3 bedroom house for when Baby T arrives. My excitement could not be contained! The added space, backyard and charm of an old house was all I could talk about...until we were greeted by some unwanted house guests.
I wish it was Mickey...but it's not. A distant relative if you will.
If you're a little slow, it's mice...we have MICE!
If the dead mouse we found in the basement or the traps set up in the attic didn't tip us off, Sadie would get up several times in the middle of the night and pace the room, growling at the walls and scratch at the baseboards. I originally thought some paranormal activity was going on. Turns out it was just some wee mice taunting her. Also, it didn't take long for one to find it's way into my cupboard and raid my Ghirardelli chocolate (fatty). All food has since been locked up in glass/plastic containers.
After talking to our lovely landlord who admitted that "yes, mice are here" I went into panic mode. Was it one mouse, a small family or a scene from Ratatouille?
Either way...one, two or a hundred were no longer welcome here. So I issued a full on mice war! I enlisted Daniel and his buddies to wage war on our furry friends. Some peanut butter and traps got these grown men more excited then the swim suit issue of Sports Illustrated! By the end of the night we caught 3 blind mice (I don't know if they were really blind).
Since then, we've plugged up any visible holes and left out some traps but no more have wandered into the death zone. Sadie has also been sleeping through the night which is comforting. Either we got rid of our small family or we have some angry relatives plotting against us right now. There's a thought...
So what should we do with our little family we caught? Mousterpiece anyone?
More on the new house to come!!! Maybe next post will be ghosts :)
