It seems like our house is under attack from a mouse army. As the cold weather moves in, we get a lot of field mice and the like looking for warmer climates. I’m not sure where they are coming into the house from, but I will find them. In the meantime, I’ve been putting out the no-kill mousetraps and releasing the mice nearer to someone else’s house.
I’m considering using some food dye to mark the ones I catch and release to see if they keep returning. Then I can take these smart mice and breed them into some sort of super mouse army. Yeah, a Legion of Super-Rodents!
The sad thing is that we have two cats, Sundae and Snickers, who are either: a) doing a great job by slaughtering and consuming large amounts of mice and leaving no evidence; b) staring intently at the cabinet the mice run around in while catching none. I’m thinking b right now. In fact, of all my animals, the cats are pretty pathetic hunters. Sundae knows how to hunt but is always thwarted by Snickers, who knows how to play with his prey but little beyond that. Winkle, our dachshund, caught a bunny and Cyr, one of our shepard mixes has caught several mice and moles. The cats, though, are worthless.
Updated total of mice caught: 12 [Last Updated: 2006/01/03]
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Responses to “Mouse Invasion”
You need a cat like Merlin. Despite finding at least one mummified mouse when we moved in, the only mouse we have seen since that time is one he killed. He has also killed dozens of birds (and, yes, we have had live birds in the house), lizards and even a ground suirrel.
Heck, he kills so much in the spring and summer we hardly have to feed him.
December 23rd, 2005 at 10:09 am |
Emmy (age 15) used to bring home mice to play with, and the kids and I would “catch and release” – after the “why we can’t keep this cute little bag of hanta virus as a pet” speech! Now Molly (age 2) brings home the bacon…er, mice and does the same thing.
Here’s what I don’t understand. The cats get cat food. They have cool cat toys. They don’t want to eat the mice – they just want to torture them until they collapse from terror. There is another way…
Don’t neuter/spay your pets. Then they can have kids and torture them. Speaking from almost 25 years of experience, it’s way more fun to torture your kids than cute little animals, like mice. I’m just sayin’…
(My kids won’t read this, will they? They can’t sue me, can they, Tom?)
December 24th, 2005 at 11:01 am |