January 30, 2011

• Matching Wits with A Mouse

    Husband is 100% cured of his yuck. This morning, as he made breakfast for me, he said," I found out where a mouse has been!"  In his hands he held a new roll of paper towels that had been ravaged by The Mouse. I say The Mouse, because about two weeks ago The Cat was sitting on the back of the green wing-backed recliner. She was staring at the wall and twitching her tail. Signs that she is watching Something. I looked at the same spot on the wall and in a few moments was rewarded with the sight of The Mouse climbing out of the bill basket and scrabbling up the wall to a crack in the wall that goes above the ceiling. I immediately alerted The Chief and asked that he set up a mouse trap. He went to bed, instead. 

     The next night I came home from work. As we shared the events of our day, my husband announced that he had put a mouse trap in "The Mouse's travel lane." 
     "Did you bait it?" I asked.
     "No, I just put it there so the mouse would get used to it. I'll bait it later."
     Later never came.

  So today he pulled the mouse gnawed paper towels out and put them on the the wooden dowel that holds them in an upright position. I made him get rid of the mouse eaten ends.  He needed a lesson in microbiology and Why It Is Not a Good Idea to dry one's hands on mouse eaten anything. He compromised by sawing the roll of paper towels so that the mousey end cold be used for kindling. He still hasn't baited the trap.

     I know I could bait the trap and set it out, but yew! Not a fan of things that cause death. Besides, he does a much better job at it then I do. I think it's because he's practicing mouse psychology. Meanwhile, I fear The Mouse is taking shredded paper toweling to make a warm and cozy nest for More Mice. Hopefully, Husband will bait the trap and the surplus population of meese will diminish.
  Blessings abound 

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