And naturally, we had to open the drawer to find out what was going on. And there it was, scrambling over every piece of bakeware that I own, a mouse. Soooooo gross. It's grubby little nasty mouse feet touching all my stuff. Ew ew ew ew ew. And somehow, in the brief moments that I saw the damn thing, it seemed deliberate. Like it was trying to literally touch everything in the drawer. Husband mimed the mouse licking its paw and purposefully touching my muffin tray. Funny! And gross. Yucky filthy mouse.
The bakeware was removed, and a peanut butter baited snap trap was set. Four smashed mice later, we're hoping to be nearly done taking down the mouse metropolis within our walls.
Now, you'd think a cat would be an asset in this kind of situation. And as interested as she was in getting under the drawer, she can't really fit. And then, she has no claws. But she is marvelous at alerting us to the presence of mice. And really, I'd rather a snap trap catch it anyways, and not have some mutilated chewed on mess in the middle of the kitchen. Or in my bed. You get the idea.
And besides, after she realized she's never getting into the drawer, she appears to be quite at ease and relaxed, knowing the mice situation will soon be under control. And I'm still very very proud of her for trying.
|Mice: Fear This!|