I learned why my cat sometimes randomly meows toward the fridge and thereabouts -- a mouse running from under the fridge to under the stove! BOOO.
Ahahahaha! Our cats did the same thing, and we were clueless as to the reason for their insane behavior for MONTHS.
We have since caught 2 mice in this ungodly contraption The Boy built, which consists of an empty paper-towel tube on the edge of the stove, with peanut butter* at the end of the tube, so that when the mouse runs in, the tube tips over and deposits the mouse into a trash can (with a soft bed of shredded newspaper, no lie). And then we take the mouse out and drive it to the park to release it, no lie.
I was actually releasing a mouse when amych was in town for the fencing competition. She called me and I told her I was in the process of driving a mouse to the park, which I'm guessing is quite possibly the last thing she expected to hear.
*(Our joke is that my own love of peanut butter is so great that one night *I* am going to get caught by the trap. But at least I'll have a soft bed of shredded newspaper to land on.)
Somehow, I feel that mice in an actual house is OK, but when you are in an apartment, it is NO GO!
The only time I had mice was when the apartment under me was vacant.
I actually feel better because I'm in an apartment -- I know I can't single-handedly clear them from the building, but maybe they will avoid my apartment? Or at least stay low, because I am on the top floor, and my food is up high...
mice inside anything but a barn or a Beverly Cleary book is NOT ON!
Mice can jump pretty high. Don't ask me how I know this.
My old apartment had a mouse infestation. I got, what, 6? in the 12 years I was there? I credit the cat cooties.
This house is the first place I have lived in Halifax that hasn't had mice at some point. (Knock wood) As long as I have had cats, I've been pretty calm about it. But my cats mostly kept them at bey.
I used to be live trap about mice and we relocated many. UNTIL THE ONE, and I may have mentioned this, BIT MY TOE! And then I was all, die furry motherfucker with the cute wiggly pink nose. My policy is now if it can kill me, I can kill it, and since mice carry Hanta virus in these parts, they qualify.
Liese, I'll be sending a note to the pacifist Christian community to pray for you.
