Two winters ago, I had a problem with mice getting in my house. The first I knew of it was when I was sitting at my computer (a laptop that I have set up on a Fanny Lifter, using a balance disc as a chair in front of it), with my glasses off, and saw what looked like an apple core on the floor near me. I thought "did I leave that there?"
I was about to grab it, but decided to put my glasses on first.
Glad I did, because it was a dead, slightly chewed-on mouse!
I was 'gifted' by my cats with a couple of other dead mice over the course of the next few days.
Then one day, I was sitting watching a movie, when my big guy Rascal came up from the basement with 'something' in his mouth: a mouse. My cat Bobsie was sitting next to me, but when she saw that Rascal had something, she went over to see what it was.
He dropped the mouse, which was live and kicking, and Bobsie immediately went to grab it...then turned back in my direction. Seeing that she was about to proudly drop a live mouse on my lap, I shooed her back, and she dropped the mouse.
The poor thing (a cute little guy!), then walked over to Rascal, sat up on his hind legs, and did what looked like an "are you my mother?" nose-to-nose look with Rascal, who didn't react at all.
I decided then and there that I was going to catch that mouse and save him from the inevitable, and take him somewhere more suitable for mice.
I tried my best to get him (putting on a puncture-proof garden glove and grabbing a small box to put him in), but he hid between the heel and the sole of a shoe that had a mere 1 1/2-inch heel. Then he skittered around to hide elsewhere.
The next day, I came into the living room to find a dead mouse
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I once watched a mouse die from poison. It was horrifying how long he suffered before actually dying! After that, I never, EVER put poison out again!
Poison and those sticky glue traps ( I don't know which one is worse) are such horrible things! More torture than necessary ways of getting rid of pests.
