So this time of year we get one or two mice in our house. Once we see poop. We put out a trap, one night or two and we’re are successful.
The last few days we’ve notice a little poop her and there. Almost been in denial, outger than cleaning it up.
Last night as I’m lying on the couch, after Mrs Hubbs went to bed, I heard the little fucker under the fridge.
In the garage I had a box of sticky traps, so I placed two traps, one by each of the exits from behind the fridge.
Went to bed, and warned Mrs Hubbs that she might find a half alive mouse stuck to a sticky pad trying to chew it’s leg off in the morning. (I bet she slept well..)
Flash to this morning. The Mrs gets up way before me, so since she didn’t wake me and ask me to dispose of a sticky mouse, I assumed we didn’t catch anything.
Mrs: “See the trap (singular) does not have anything in it” Me: “I put out two traps”
The second fucking trap against the wall is gone, no sign of it, nowhere in the house.
That fucker has dragged a 2”x3”x1/4” deep plastic sticky tray somewhere in the house.
My pre coffee jobs have included pulling fridge out, removing and the back grate. Pulling the dishwasher out, the pots and pan drawer below the stove. No sign of this fucker.
Now I’ve exposed all the jobs I want to Fix that the previous owner has fucked up.A little mouse has turned into baseboard job, a plumbing job removing a non functioning water filter uner the sink, putting a proper electrical box cover on the stove plug, and replacing a water damaged cupboard floor in another cabinet.
Where the fuck could have this mouse dragged this 3” trap?
Do I need to borrow a cat?
I’m going to ride my bike. Fuck this Sunday mess.
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