We have them. In all the cupboards in the kitchen, under the stairs, running freely throughout the bottom rooms in our house. And I can't stand them honestly, I can't.
A number of years ago when I was a scaredy cat living all on my loansome, I found out that I had mice. A lot of them. Imagine the scene if you will - me and my best mate drunk trying to catch mice in glass vases in a teeny tiny kitchen, hysterical with laughter. I nearly wet myself.
I got rid of them by pulling out my ENTIRE kitchen, removing all the decomposing mice bodies and blocking up every hole I could find. It was an upstairs flat as well - did they shimmy up the drain pipes!! (Actually they apparantly love nothing more than chasing through the lofts in old houses!!)
Now that I am all respectable and don't live on my own, my husband has very bravely taken charge. We have humane traps all over the kitchen and we will wait to see what we find. I don't know if there are little bits of cheese in the traps - I shall investigate!!
Its amazing what a difference a couple of years make. And a bit of a change of attitude. Last time I wanted to exterminate them all, but now I realise that they are tiny, fairly cute little characters who are looking for something a bit tasty to eat and somewhere warm and cosy to lay their little mouse heads.
That's all fair enough, but it's not going to be my kitchen. Glass vase and a bottle of wine here I come.
No comments:
Post a Comment