Whatever happens to strike my fancy, but surely some sort of fiber content.
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Yeah, the mice have to go. Maybe you could just rent a cat for a month or so???
It's kind of a horrible thing - and if they die in the walls you may have, um, issues with scents - but poison works really well.
Mice are cute! Yes, and horrible too. I put put a tiny bit of chocolate on my traps, wedging it well under the little hook thingy and letting it melt slightly from the warmth of my fingers. Makes it more difficult for the little darlings to pry off. I have found they can't resist chocolate (ever since I found they had been nibbling on MY stash!!). I nearly forgot - your winterberry seems to be what we call spindleberry here! Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom] Tuesday, October 31, 2006 There is a little mouse in the office. I hear it rustling papers that BD hasn’t filed - and has even let tumble to the floor. They can’t be important papers. (ha!) There may be more than one mouse in the office since the sounds are coming from several directions. Now and then a little body scurries across my peripheral vision. I dug through the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink, where so many gritty, greasy, soapy, yucky bottles and tubes and flat tin cans reside in their dank darkness. 3 traps from last year had rusted away during the summer, but there is one that still sets - and snaps your finger off if you aren’t careful. It’s set with butter on the little flange ... but it’s not tempting my rodent enemy. He (they) keep fluttering and chewing and rustling and dashing away. Mice invade my house every autumn and I spend many months coming to a compromise with them. Some little mouse lives have to be sacrificed in the course of this societal adjustment. This is sad for me and, of course, quite sad for the victims. If they would just not pee on everything, I’d share my house with them. They’re awfully cute, with their soft bodies and bright eyes. It’s no wonder to me there are so many cartoon mouse characters. Alas. They do pee on everything and poop on whatever they didn’t pee on. So. Mice must die. Evidently not this mouse, though, who just crawled up into the bookshelves. Well. BD can be on mouse patrol today. No. Cats do not do well at this house so we haven’t a cat. Too bad, humm? He’d be nice and fat from all the dinners that come calling every fall. Which is a good lead-in to my autumnal photography. I’m learning how to make these pictures smaller.  This is a view of the yard coming up from the marshes and pier and boats. That big tree to the left of the door will have to go this fall. It's branches are trying to pry the roof off. I ought to get some grass there after it's gone.  Thank you Virginia taxpayers, for this beautiful drive home. This is the stretch between Highway 17 and my mailbox. I call this part The Tar Road. Not that Highway 17 isn't also paved but to distinguish it from our lane, which is not paved.  This is a winterberry - a deciduous holly - growing at the entrance to the woods path. It's deep red berries will linger past Christmas and if you crush them between your fingers they give off a faint sweet scent. Huh. That little mouse has eaten the butter in the trap which did not go off. I guess the only thing I can do is leave the office. Very French of me, don’t you think? posted by Bess | 6:24 AM |
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