Tricky Mouse

Grumblecakes.

There are mice in my apartment. Do you know how debasing that is? It’s nothing I did; they just found a way inside my living space. Found they had widened a hole behind the stove where the power cable busts through.

Noticed droppings scattered around my apartment last week, even some spots in my bedroom (aw hell naw). I set out traps last Friday, caught a mouse Saturday; spring landed across its back, it pulled itself out and crawled to the middle of the floor to die. Thought it was done and over with. Sunday, while watching a movie, I heard rustling in my kitchen; I leaned in and saw a mouse climbing the edge of a pizza pan leaning between the wall and the microwave. What the fuck? I started hunting some sort of implement to kill the bastard. Finding nothing that wouldn’t damage anything if I missed, I had no choice but to take a newspaper and roll it up. Gave the mouse chase around the counter before it disappeared.

Monday, picked up a CO2-powered BB pistol; I figure if the traps don’t get ’em, my pistol will. Called the landlord to let him know I had a rodent problem; he came over, saw the picture I took of the dead one from Saturday, pledged to put out some poison bait traps and check the roof for points of ingress. Pulled out the stove and saw the hole. Offered to fill it with spray foam; I declined.

Wednesday, I leave the apartment dark enough, long enough, that I caught another mouse in the trap. Spring landed on its head; instant death. Brutal. Tossed it out, dusted off, and reloaded the trap.

And then, and then Thursday, I come home to find the trap behind the fridge tripped, no mouse. Maybe it crawled away to die; saw its tail on the other side of the fridge. Knocked the fridge to see if the mouse was alive; it was, sadly. But it backed up enough that I had a clear view of its hind end. Grabbed the BB pistol, aimed, pulled a shot. I swear I hit it, but it just jumped, came out from behind the fridge, and slowly ambled back under the stove. Bastard.

As the next step to mitigate the problem, I got a can of spray foam and filled the hole last night. Hopefully this is the end of it for a while. I’ll leave the lights off tonight to see how it goes. Little bastards.

And if that doesn’t work, I’m borrowing somebody’s cat for a week to get its smell inside the house. Here kitty-kitty.

Published by Shawn

He's just this guy, you know?

One reply on “Tricky Mouse”

Comments are closed.