M-I-C.....

.... K-E-Y....

Alright. This is NOT Disneyworld, so WHY are there

M-O-U-S-E

droppings in my kitchen?

There aren't a lot of things that make me skittish. But rodents do. And rodent droppings really do. Where's he hiding? Is there more than one? Why the hell didn't the world's most obnoxiously friendly feline -- who's as aggressive with critters as he is with affection -- take care of things while we were away? Or did the mice take safe haven in our empty house to get away from the neighborhood cat?

I've set traps. Hopefully my husband will be home to tend to them once they're full. Because I do not touch occupied mouse traps. Ever.

GAH!

Off to sanitize my kitchen. This suit should do, don't you think?

Comments

[Barbara]

Good luck Practigal! That would bother me too.

[InterstellarLass]

My mom made me clear the mouse traps. I'd hear them snap and then pull them. She'd always want to see. Sometimes they'd still twitch and she'd freak out. I should have charged her per trap.

[Em]

Good luck...I hate the mice. But living near a large cluster of woods leaves us with plenty of nature's critters.

[Elle]

The first time I had mice I couldn't bring myself to kill them / empty the trap. I had read that they don't like the smell of Bounce or peppermint, so I put peppermint-soaked cotton balls in drawers and under furniture and dryer sheets EVERYWHERE. My house reeked, but I never saw another mouse.

[Marie]

Bounce and peppermint?! I'm ON IT!!!! There were fresh droppings on my counters this morning. I'm on a warpath...

[Marie]

ps -- Lass: GAHHHHH! I'm cringing from head to toe picturing that!