The most obvious sign was the half-nibbled avocado on the counter. A little investigation revealed a mouse play-area under the cooker - only recently adopted, I think. Out with the Marigolds and a bottle of disinfectant, then, and a trip to the DIY store for wire wool (to fill up the possible entry-hole) and traps. Humane traps, of course, in deference to the kids' sensibilities and my own squeamishness.
Being the moving story of a family of four (chronologically a Man, a Woman, a Girl and a Boy) adapting from life in a small English village to the strange New World of upstate New York...
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Mouseketeering
I hadn't expected to be using my tracking skills domestically. Though to be honest, it didn't take a training course at Five Rivers for me to work out what had moved into the kitchen.
The most obvious sign was the half-nibbled avocado on the counter. A little investigation revealed a mouse play-area under the cooker - only recently adopted, I think. Out with the Marigolds and a bottle of disinfectant, then, and a trip to the DIY store for wire wool (to fill up the possible entry-hole) and traps. Humane traps, of course, in deference to the kids' sensibilities and my own squeamishness.
Here's one of the traps. It's baited with peanut butter. Tune in tomorrow to find out if it works...
The most obvious sign was the half-nibbled avocado on the counter. A little investigation revealed a mouse play-area under the cooker - only recently adopted, I think. Out with the Marigolds and a bottle of disinfectant, then, and a trip to the DIY store for wire wool (to fill up the possible entry-hole) and traps. Humane traps, of course, in deference to the kids' sensibilities and my own squeamishness.
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