Beady Eyes and Scurrying Feet

While I'm plugging along editing photos for my massive summer 10 post and smiling cause they are taking me right back to happy times, I'm realizing it may take me longer to get to that killer post.  I don't want to leave anyone hanging (Carol) and I need to feel like I accomplished something today so I'll share maybe too much information of a post.  You decide.  No judging ok?

It seems we have some visitors in our garage.  Steve mentioned something "scurrying" last week, then spotted TWO little gray somethings in the garage.  I suggested getting the gel traps and FAST!  I can do lots of things, mice are not one of them.  First night, success.....two little mice trapped and shortly terminated by drowning as they were still struggling on the trap.  Brandon was totally into it.  Brought his cereal out to get a front row view of the execution.

So I thought that was the end of it.  We got the two, done deal.  A day later, I went to put some food into the outside freezer, shut the door and another went running by.  Of course I screamed, shook my hands and ran inside.  I may or may not have used a step stool to get into the freezer last night to retrieve the chicken for dinner.  I flat refuse to take the trash out. 

We loaded up the trap with peanut butter on top of the cheese.  The traps have been empty for 3 days.  That little mouse is outsmarting us.  I need to get some back up traps.  I have disappointed boys each morning as they go to see if we caught another one.  Eww!

So this leads me to a story which Steve just rolls his eyes and says it gets better every.time.  (whatever)  We had a little mouse problem when I was in 9th grade.  It was near my birthday and my grandma was over visiting in my front room.  I felt something on my toe, at that same time my mom says don't move.  Of course, I made a connection that it had to do with something on my foot, looked down and it was a little, baby mouse.  I freaked out.  My grandma came over and stepped on that little mouse and killed him.  My kids think that's such a great story because Grandma is now 91 :)  That may have something to do with my dislike of mice. 

So, I called my mom to get tips on how to get rid of these suckers and we discussed the smell.  If you could smell them?  My garage smells a little like it did when I was a kid and there were mice.  Steve thinks I'm CRAZY!  Mom supports my claims they definitely have a smell.  Mom says there is more than what I've seen.  I won't be ok until I don't smell "THAT" smell anymore.

PS Steve later told me that he was working with a general contractor who had done some work in Aliante and apparently, they had a mice problem early on.  I guess there were tons of nests out here when they started construction.  The more you know :)

 

Comments

[Jen Reil]

When we lived in Taiwan we got this little "plug-in" from Costco that sends out super-sonic sound waves that's supposed to keep ants, mice, etc out of your home. Lots of our friends in Taiwan had cockroach problems, we had a total of 3 the entire 4 years we lived there (and they were the flying kind). We've been using it since we moved to Canada and we've had no pest problems so far (and my friend down the street had mice in her basement last winter). Maybe they have something like that in Vegas you can plug into your garage?

Loved the grandma story with stepping on the baby mouse. Probably at the same, we got mice at our house too. I remember my mom getting a broom and sweeping the mouse out of the house and once she got it in the street she whacked it to oblivion with that broom. She was hysterically screaming the whole time, and I was laughing so hard =).

[carol]

ewwwww.....heeby jeeby overload!