When it gets cold out, sometimes we get mice in our attic. I have no idea how they get up there or why they go there. It’s not like there’s any food up there and it really isn’t all that warm. Regardless, every couple of years, 1 or 2 wander in & we hear the little mouse footsteps as Mickey and Minnie run around.
I hate creepy creatures. That would include anything that can be termed a bug and a rodent. (And let’s not get into pigeons, which are kind of like flying rodents. Not as nasty as bats, but annoying.) I may have married a man named after St. Francis but that doesn’t mean I have to buy into the whole, “Oh, let me love every creature on God’s earth.” Nope. The only good mouse is a dead mouse.
Thus, the traps. I went for overkill. There were maybe about 6 up there, all baited with peanut butter. (Hmmm… too bad I didn’t buy any of the recalled brand. Now that would have been double kill!) I set them up around the perimeters of the attic. Then I waited.
The next day, I went on my mouse hunt. I carefully opened up the attic stairs. You never know if one of them was standing up there at the edge, awaiting revenge, ready to hurl one of his dead companions at me. The coast seemed clear. I climbed upstairs.
Armed with a heavy flashlight, I checked the traps. They were all in place, all unsprung – except for one. It was gone. Now I know sometimes when they spring, they can fly off a bit. Carefully, I looked behind boxes, examined insulation. Nothing. I sent Frank up when he got home from work. He moved some boxes out of the way, came back down and announced that there was no mouse or mouse trap in sight.
Today I went up again. I searched the attic from front to back. I’m figuring the mouse apparently wasn’t killed and crawled off with the trap still attached but just how far could he have gotten? I crawled around, shining a flashlight into every possible spot a mouse with a trap hanging off him could have been hiding. Nothing.
I’m thinking they are up to something. They took the trap and hid it just to make us nuts. Next time I go up into the attic, I will see 40 traps. Only they’ll be human size. And the suitcases will be gone because they packed them up and left for Disneyland.
I would check before I crawled into bed tonight…they may have hid it there for a little surprise for you.
Watch out, Monk! Those conspiring mice can be mean little boogers!
Should we check and make sure the mouse didn’t get you? You have not updated for too long….having Frank home one day is no excuse!