A mouse in the house

The mouse left of it's own accord, probably to squeak to all his mousemates about the idiot human who watched too many cartoons.

wow. for a horrible minute i thought my mate jon's electric mousetrap (as discussed, oddly enough, at the glasgow FAP on tuesday) had passed into popular existence.

this is how it worked (or didn't):

- you chop the electrical flex off something, eg a kettle
- you tape the neutral wire to a piece of tinfoil
- you tape the live wire to another piece of tinfoil
- you place the two bits of tinfoil on the floor, near enough that a mouse walking across them would complete the circuit
- you plug this death-trap contraption into the mains
- there's a bang and all your lights go out

mind you: he was driven to desperate measures after finding a mouse in his toaster one morning. after he'd turned the toaster on.

Im wondering about the ethics of mouse traps but just want the buggers OUT. Il try the sonar thing however other (possibly more scientific) posts on the internet indicate they dont actually work at all. But its worth the try...

We just put ALL foods in the fridge or in tupperware or metal containers, and they disappeared on their own after a couple of weeks. Also used some of the steel wool to close up spaces under the sink but I don't think that's what drove them out, there were still openings for the determined rodent. Can only assume they found their way in by accident and out just the same.

'Course, one of the dangers of using poison (besides that it's a slow, cruel death) is that mice have a tendency to expire under your floors & behind your walls, and then DECOMPOSE and SMELL.

They eventually got rid of the rats and used the pellet gun to shoot at tins of baked beans.

We have two cats and two dogs in our house and consequently do not have mice or rats, ever.

Uh, we have (or rather had) two dogs and also a mouse. I remember my mother seeing the mouse and saying:"He stopped in the middle of the kitchen and looked at me with an expression of total arrogance. He then proceeded to crawl under the cupboard." hahahaha

I love cats, but my Other Half does not. I'd been on at him for ages, saying how much I'd like to have a cat (or two), but he was always staunchy opposed to them, until the night of THE MOUSE INCIDENT several years ago.

I awoke in the middle of the night, to the sound of something gnawing furiously on the skirting board in the bedroom. Every time I flicked the bedroom light on - there was nothing there. It was baffling. I thought I was going mad.

The constant light-flicking-on-and-off plus me-grumbling-noises woke my Bloke up, "There's a mouse in here! Do something! I can't sleep with that in here! What if if runs up onto the bed and bites me?! Get rid of it!" I wailed.

"Well", he muttered, "there's a mousetrap down in the garden shed, but I'm not going out there at this time of night"

"Do something else then! Anything! Just get rid of it!" I pleaded

"What do you expect me to do? Shoot it?" He was becoming quite bad tempered.

"Yes, if you must"

"Okay then, I will"

And so he rummaged in the wardrobe and pulled out a .22 air rifle and a box of pellets. I held the torch. We laid down, side by side, army commando style, on our stomachs, sideways across the bed, peering into the darkness at the section of skirting board where I had heard the mouse sounds. We pulled the duvet over us as camouflage, because The Bloke said that mice can see in the dark and would be able to spot the gun. I believed this. It seemed feasible.

"Right". he whispered. "Point the torch towards the corner where the gnawing was, and as soon as you hear it, switch the torch on and I'll shoot the little fucker - okay?"

The torch was one of those huge Maglites, regulation Police issue with an intense halogen beam. I think they use them to illuminate whole streets from the police helicopter.

The gnawing started up again, I switched on the torch, which instantly dazzled The Bloke who fired blindly in the general direction of the door. We did this sniper exercise several times, air gun pellets ricochetting off the walls, the wardrobes, the bedside clock. Everywhere, except the vicinity of the mouse.

Next day, he capitulated and said I could have a cat.

The cat's the most prolific hunter, and we've never had any mice in the house (or had to shoot any more furniture) since.

so, in a fit of rage, i bought some poison bait which was an effective but not entirely wise move. i killed a bunch of mice that way, but the corpses would turn up everywhere and if not found and disposed of immediately would stink. after a brief lull in rodent activity i thought the problem had been taken care of, but no. the mice came back and i moved on to the covered spring traps, which short of a getting a cat or a thorough professional treatment is what i would recommend using. they're quick and efficient, with an opaque slip cover so you don't have to see the body (though the tail sticks out rather pathetically).

i managed to corner it on the worktop and then put a pint glass over it (being careful of the tail) and a book underneath it and chucked it out the back door.

Finally, I caught it by slamming a plastic container over it and sliding the lid underneath. When I opened the tent door and released it, it ran off like a shot. During the daylight hours, my wife repaired the hole the mouse had chewed.

The next night as we went to bed we heard similar chewing noises. The same mouse (we are sure of this) was busily chewing a hole about 3 cm from the first hole and was on the point of entering the tent again when we caused it to flee. It made me sorry I had let it go the night before instead of killing it, the rotter.

Then, of course, there were the various animal parts that were left all over the house.

it's a cruel world, don't let nobody tell you otherwise.

i wish i could find the other one though. i just threw out whatever was under my bed so there's no more hiding places. waiting for maintenance to come seal up the hole, wherever it is.

I'd like to read Tracer's great-grandmother's book.

i just got a humane trap and they haven't even gone near it

probably snickering at your good-heartedness

Put it hard up against the skirting board - they tend to creep along the foot of the wall for cover.

maybe i should have used something other than aged gouda and a skinny latte as bait?

We had one recently, but had to reset it a couple of times when visiting kids stole the raisins from it.

Lol @ yuppie mice. Maybe try a PBR and a street hot dog, Tracer?

Someone told me mice are mad for chocolate. To test if that was a joke I put some in a trap I had in my previous house and it worked!

attached a poisoned glue trap to the humane trap. That may work.

mice are ppl too

is that the logic that causes ppl to use humane traps to catch them?

you know what doesn't work? Those electronic noisemakers. And yet we have two going in the kitchen non-stop for the last year and a half.

Also try peppermint oil, the hardcore stuff, not the stuff you cook with. Fill cotton balls and place everywhere.

And the only real solution? Find the holes and plug them up. Foam and/or steel wool. If you find one, there's 6 more hiding. If you kill one, there's 6 more still hiding...and mad.

And the only real solution

A cat still works too. Even a lazy cat drives them away with pheromones or something.

Find the holes and plug them up.

i heard that this stops the house from "breathing"

houses are ppl too

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^from the indian in the cupboard?

uh ANONYMOUSE rules, holy cow 🐄♥️♥️♥️

clearly the work of fairies

otm

endpapers of the edn of “the borrowers” that i had as a kid