Last week I put a shit-ton (yeah, it’s a legitimate unit of measure!) of poison and extra mouse traps around the house—including two different types of poison in the “hamster drawer.”
In the ensuing days I checked the drawer for signs of activity, but each time found the poison undisturbed.
Unfortunately, this morning I opened the drawer ABOVE the “hamster drawer” to get an extra towel, and found the towels and everything else in the drawer dotted with mouse poop.
(Talk about disturbed!!)
I ventured a quick peek inside the “hamster drawer” and sure enough, a portion of the poison had been consumed. There’s a definite stink going on in here right now! So I’m guessing the one that ate the poison is dead. But this situation is beyond ridiculous!! They are obviously getting in somewhere, but I have no idea where.
I also have no idea how much an exterminator costs! But I have to think that it would be well worth the price to have someone come in and at least plug up the holes.
Of course a woman at work keeps telling me I can borrow her cat. Yeah, great idea! Get rid of a small animal I don’t like, by bringing in a bigger animal I don’t like. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that’s pretty much the same strategy used by the “Old Lady That Swallowed a Fly”... and I guess she died!
At any rate, as appealing as all that sounds I try not base important life decisions on fairy tales! The fact that I live in a brick house notwithstanding...
But come on, you don’t seriously think I let the story of “The Three Little Pigs” influence my decision to buy a brick house, do you? Well, I can assure you it didn’t!
The straw house was clearly too small, and the stick house was just too close to the I-90.
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