we knew we had mice when we bought the place. there was evidence of them under the kitchen sink… so we thought, “we’ll just see how long we can live with them.” then noises in the attic got to be quite annoying… so we got that poison stuff that dries them up so they don’t stink. well, they proved to be some sort of supermice that wouldn’t die.
so, we got some covered traps and put some peanut butter in them and within an hour, one mouse succumbed to the temptation.
two days later, we got mouse number two.
it’s my opinion that we killed the parents of the horde and i have evidence that the babies are in jeopardy. there was one little one barely running across the diningroom floor this morning that nora was sniffing. i lost it when i went to get a plastic bag to pick it up with…