We have a mouse living under our kitchen sink. Actually, it lives behind our kitchen sink, but whoever did the plumbing when they installed the sink didn't do a very good job. There's a big gaping hole where the pipe goes down to the gray water system, and behind that hole? Is basically dirt hillside.
Where a mouse lives.
Hell, the way mice are, there's probably a family of them down there.
Which I? Am NOT cool with.
I have had my suspicions for a while now - and even had proof when I started seeing mouse droppings. I had mice as a kid and know the signs, you know? But then last night I found droppings in the drawer next to the sink that I keep my Ziploc baggies in, and I drew the line. Obviously, I should have drawn the line at the first sign of poop, but what can I say? I'm a softie. Whenever I think of mice, I think of fucking Disney with their Cinderella and An American Tail, and then I get all sympathetic towards them.
But last night, we actually saw the mouse.
See, I made grilled cheese on Tuesday night as part of my baking extravaganza. And there was one piece left on the aluminum foil I had used to make it, so I just wrapped up the foil and tossed the whole thing. And damn it if that mouse didn't find that piece of toast!
Thing was? Aluminum foil makes noise. Lots of noise. And I heard the stupid thing rummaging in my garbage all the way from the living room, with the TV on.
So we tiptoe over to the kitchen. Noise stops, so we wait a minute. Noise starts again, and we throw open the cabinet doors. We don't see it disappear, but then I move the garbage can out into the kitchen and we wait for a second. And it makes its move. Dashes back to the hole to the hillside, pauses there for a second, with its tail still exposed, then its gone.
And now I'm just pissed. Because I really don't want to kill a mouse (or its family), but I don't really have a choice. Because I can't deal with the ickiness that is a mouse, especially in my kitchen. I can't deal with germs, with poop, with whatever the heck else it might drag around with its dirty self.
So we'll get a trap. Or some poison. Or something. And I think I'll be emailing my landlady to see about having that hole sealed up a bit better.
Because, seriously. This is one of the not-so-fun parts of living here.
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So, this reminds me of a little chipmunk problem my in-laws had a few years ago. My father-in-law set humane traps in their yard. And once a chipmunk was caught, he'd spray paint the bum, drive it a mile or so away and release it. That way, he knew if the rascals were making their way back into his yard. Maybe you should do the same with Mickey?!
Hmm. That might be a method! The problem is - we found a mouse in our garbage can right after we moved in, and we released it outside. And then, a few days later, it was dead on our steps. I don't think this mouse is an "outside" mouse... But, I guess it's always worth a shot to give it a fighting chance!
Oh no...I'm glad I haven't had to deal with that because I'd have the same Disney thoughts in my head, too!! Dadgum Disney for making germy creatures cute.
Eeeeeek!
You have to get them. Where there is one there are like 50 hiding. You think it is the same little guy but it's probably his look-a-like brother or cousin.
My friend has a mouse problem. The mouse was a punk and never showed his face. Only his little poops.
I went over to help her clean and I saw little chocolate sprinkles on the counter.
I tried one.
Ew.
True Story.
good luck. real mice are not as fun as the ones in the movies. the ones in cinderella were helpful :p
Oh my god Katie did you really eat mouse poop?? HAHAHAHA that is the best story ever. And EWWW! I am grossed out for you, even though I'm sure it was years ago.
Yes, Sean promised he'd get some traps and such. I told him I'm not dealing with dead mice, so it's all him.
We had mice this past fall. :( I know exactly what you mean by being grossed out by mice and germs and the ickyness of it all.
My cat was actually the one that found the mice in our cabinets. ICK. We woke up one night to a high pitched squeaking. She had caught one of them. DOUBLE ICK (but good kitty!). We called an exterminator and the problem was solved.
It was J's job to clean up. I preferred to push our kitchen chairs up against all of our cabinets so other mice wouldn't get out. I'm not all that logical sometimes, especially when faced with icky mice.
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