A little while ago we had a mouse problem. The problem being we had them in the house and we did not want them there. It was really stressful, and at one point poison was bought to deal with the situation. I didn't want dead mice on my watch, so I tried catching them in a humane trap (pictured above). It's pretty simple. You put some food at the end which is raised to tempt the little critters in. They go in, their weight tips the trap, and closes the door. You check it regularly, and release what you find back into nature. Beautiful.
I did this for about 2 weeks and caught 2 mice. Sometimes we found the trap open, and all the food gone. At night we could hear the mice laughing at us, throwing little parties, moonwalking, body popping and downing beers. They sure loved that Moroccan humus I put out for them. It was a unique feeling of excitement and fear that overwhelmed me when I saw the trap shut, and heard quick, scurrying movements coming from it. I took it to a nearby park and let it go, Jesus it was quick. Twice this happened, and we heard no more of the mice parties, and presumed that was that.
The other night I woke up to hear a scratching sound coming from a corner of my room. There was no doubt about what it was; a mouse. Sensibly I turned up my radio to drown out the sound and went back to sleep. I forgot the incident in the morning until a couple of evenings ago while watching a dvd I actually saw one coming along the skirting board towards me.
Sensibly, I got up, left the room, had some orange juice, and returned. I put a poster down over the skirting board and carried on watching the dvd. Deep down, I knew more needed to be done though.
The trap has been found, baited with coleslaw, and set. Updates will follow as I get inside the mind of my nemesis and strive to end this ugly chapter in the Soesman household. Farewell, and adieu.
The trap, the black blob on the skirting board, waits, mouth open, for it's prize.