... from the kitchen.
A couple of weeks ago I was sitting on the couch, completing some readings and I heard a tiny, high-pitched scream, followed by the scrabbly sounds of tiny little feet coming from the kitchen.
No, it wasn't a cat.
It was a mouse. I figure what happened was it scampered across the stove by the heat vent...given I was baking and was using the stove, the surface was very, very warm, and it got its wittle teeny feet burned.
Unfortunately, it's not a unique occurance--whenever it warms up, or cools down, the four-footed populations increases...temporarily.
Out came the arsenal: a newfangled trap, the old reliable one and a sweet little live trap. Unfortunately, as much as I prefer live traps, mousie is too smart and ran in got the peanut butter and ran away. The traditional wooden one scare me too much--it's very sensitive and I'm paranoid of snapping a finger off. The new fangled one is easy to set and effective. Very effective.
I must admit I get very girlie when it comes to mice...I hate dealing with them. Thank goodness other people will. I just hate the idea of killing the little furry things when all the did was invade my space. Yes, I know they are germy, but still...I think what bothers me more is the fact their eyes are wide open when they've...umm...met their maker. All I can think of is Stuart Little.
I wish the local mice didn't have such high-fallutin' palates...they aren't interested in cheese (of any sort). Nor did they want any bacon fat. They wanted (and eventually got) organic peanut butter....a small price to pay . I suppose that is my fate. Beanie, as much as he loves chicken, will not eat plain chicken...it needs to be spiced (coriander, pepper, garlic). Hagia prefers lemongrass and black olives (with pits).
I also wish my cats would earn their keep. I told Beanie to go and eat the mouse (before the traps came out). He just looked at me with a "you've got to be joking" look and walked away. This is the cat who, a few years ago (when there was a different and effective live trap around), brought his toys to the soon-to-be-freed mouse.
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