EEK!
Last week, I got a call from my cousin, who had mice, plural, in his house. He asked if we still had any Havahart traps. Their family is home to two pet rabbits, and I think a couple of rats and a gerbil, so they’re very soft on wildlife. Fortunately, we do still have the traps, after catching a mouse last year in our kitchen. They caught a mouse, which his wife promptly set up a habitat for and decided to keep. Insert eye-rolling from my cousin and I here. Anyway, they’re trying to catch the second mouse, which I’m guessing will also get a cushy setup in a terrarium. It’s a wild rodent, people. Two words: Black Plague.
Anywho, I just went into our bedroom and turned on the lights, and a mouse scurried down a chest of drawers. And us without our trap. Great. I went to write my mom to see if she still had a trap, and also to alert my husband to this. I came back into the bedroom just in time to see it scurry into our closet.
This is BAD, people. BAD! I know it seems like finding one in the kitchen last year would have been worse, but I keep yarn in that bedroom! No worries, the Jayne yarn is elsewhere, but the closet has lots of Lamb’s Pride, Manos del Uruguay, some handpaintedyarn.com worsted, hand-dyed mohair, and pippikneesocks handspun, among others. None of which is meant to be nesting material! BAD, BAD MOUSE!
I’m going to the massive 24-hour Harris Teeter RIGHT NOW and get a humane trap.
BAD MOUSE!
ETA: All I want is to be able to buy a no-kill mousetrap at 11:30 at night. Is that so wrong? No dice at the store, we’ll wait until the hardware store opens at 1pm tomorrow. Ugh!