Sara’s Photo-a-Day Project: 8 January 2012 (Sunday)


Mice picnicking in our kitchen!

Clearly, we have a winter infestation.  In her email to me, Sara said:

Heard them, as did Lucy – and found where we had mice feasting last night!  What to do next?

27 thoughts on “Sara’s Photo-a-Day Project: 8 January 2012 (Sunday)

  1. Yikes! I remember finding those droppings in our last house – after many attempts with the traps, we discovered mice find peanut butter irresistible! Good luck.

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  2. We had a single mouse for a while, or it may have been a little native rat. We didn’t want to kill it, but it became a pest and chewed through quite a lotnof things, including a pair of sandals. Jim bought a couple of traps and it was clearly offended and left the house.

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    • How funny. Wish our mice would become offended–at the very least pissed off. Now that we are setting out peanut butter, they will probably never leave. They will just call in their relatives from far and wide.

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  3. When I first saw the photo I thought “How the hell did Skull Crusher get all the way to Lexington?” I’ll set a warning to those mice via their very scarily named cousin up here in Ohio. Or you could have Ralph scare them to death with his rugged good looks. Their little hearts will just stop, he’s so handsome. It can’t hurt. Seriously, you and whatImeant2say are having the same issue. ‘Tis the season, evidently. Good luck, sista.

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    • Ha, ha. All this is going to go to Ralph’s head. I can feel his ego inflating more and more with each comment you leave about him. No seriously, I’m going to have to go explain to Sara who “Skull Crusher” is–though maybe she’s figured it out. She hasn’t come to the bottom of the stairs yet to ask. (I work upstairs. She works down.) Hugs————–

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  4. Gee, I hope Sara didn’t bring the mice into the house in order to get a dramatic photo. You can’t trust a photographer. I haven’t been commenting, but I have been enjoying all of Sara’s photos. Although, I’ll admit, the one of you sleeping is still my favorite.

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    • Most of these photos actually don’t call for comments, so I totally understand. But I bet you’re right. I bet she staged this. She can’t be trusted! Thank God someone has called her bluff, Renee! (See, Sara, Renee has your number!)

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  5. Maybe if you tried spicier chips you’d find a mouse bell up passed out in a pool of its own sweat. Apparently I’m all about the torture. We have a similar problem in storage – good luck!

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  6. Well for starters, throw away the Tostitos! And I can verify that peanut butter works like a charm in getting rid of mice. I am an expert at, umm, “eliminating” them and have had much luck with it. Cheese? Ha, only in cartoons!

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  7. Hey at first I thought – yay – chips!! My favorite … then I saw the rest of the photo …. uh oh. Probably should have put my glasses on, huh?

    Crunchy peanut butter works well on a trap; make sure to put them along the wall … they use their little mouse whiskers as feelers along the wall at night .. Do not – and I mean – do not buy those sticky traps. Hubbs bought some. Guess what you wake up to? A terrified ALIVE mouse whose fur is stuck to the glue. And then what? Ick. Blech. Yikes. and you feel like a terrible wretch for must come next.

    MJ

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      • The only “humane” way I’ve heard of was a peanut butter ended diving board over a bucket with the caught mouse being let outside on the other side of the stream. As you can imagine, in an urban area I don’t know of a kind equivalent, which probably means my comment is completely useless.

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  8. No– not the chips!! (Recognized the Kettle Chips right away… those are our faves, too.) Good luck getting rid of the mice– I have no idea how to deal with an infestation, and I really hope I don’t ever have to experience mice firsthand. 😦

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    • I can tell you one thing for sure. It’s WAY better to have mice than the cat size rats we had in Vietnam. That was terrible. I really, really don’t want to do that again. It’s amazing I emerged even semi-sane from that.

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