Fun times.
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ladybug_archiveI love nightowling. But I absolutely do not love when nightowling is spoiled by spending the time chasing stupid bleeping mice that get into the house and manage to go under the refrigerator. I love it even less when it's discovered that somehow it must have come out from under there despite our best efforts to corner it. Who knows where the bleep it is! And they never seem to go in the live/humane traps, even when we put food in and on them. We keep trying to use them nevertheless, since we're compassionate people around here, but I'm pretty skeptical that they ever work.
We first realized there was something around last week. Mom saw something streaking in the living room, but only out of the corner of her eye. Likewise, a couple of nights later, I thought I saw something in my room. But I was running on two hours of sleep, I can hallucinate, and I'd just watched something about Wonder Rat, so I was seriously hoping there wasn't really anything there and it was just the tangle of black cords at my feet and my tired mind.
Sunday night we heard what sounded like something in the piano. We couldn't find anything there and we thought it was in the wall instead. If it was, it either found its way out of there and back in here or else there's two: one in the wall and one in the house. Heaven forbid. Tonight both Mom and Dad saw it in the kitchen and the refrigerator disaster happened. And as of now, who knows where the blasted thing is.
Here I will wax completely unlike Fluttershy and instead be like Applejack, screaming about all the horrors of mice and the damage they cause and being unable to find one good thing about having them around. Whether or not they make good parents does not affect me at all, unless they're being parents in our house, in which case I would probably scream some more. I really don't know why mice exist or what purpose they serve, if they serve any purpose other than being filthy little creatures that wreck everything they get into and torture anyone who comes in contact with them who doesn't want them around. Cleaning up from mice droppings everywhere is one of the horrors we hate most around here. Maybe I'll go watch the song Bats! and let out my frustrations through Applejack's frustrations.
Honestly, I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't know why mice are always depicted as the good guys in cartoons. It's so stupid. Mice are the bad guys! Cats are the good guys!
We first realized there was something around last week. Mom saw something streaking in the living room, but only out of the corner of her eye. Likewise, a couple of nights later, I thought I saw something in my room. But I was running on two hours of sleep, I can hallucinate, and I'd just watched something about Wonder Rat, so I was seriously hoping there wasn't really anything there and it was just the tangle of black cords at my feet and my tired mind.
Sunday night we heard what sounded like something in the piano. We couldn't find anything there and we thought it was in the wall instead. If it was, it either found its way out of there and back in here or else there's two: one in the wall and one in the house. Heaven forbid. Tonight both Mom and Dad saw it in the kitchen and the refrigerator disaster happened. And as of now, who knows where the blasted thing is.
Here I will wax completely unlike Fluttershy and instead be like Applejack, screaming about all the horrors of mice and the damage they cause and being unable to find one good thing about having them around. Whether or not they make good parents does not affect me at all, unless they're being parents in our house, in which case I would probably scream some more. I really don't know why mice exist or what purpose they serve, if they serve any purpose other than being filthy little creatures that wreck everything they get into and torture anyone who comes in contact with them who doesn't want them around. Cleaning up from mice droppings everywhere is one of the horrors we hate most around here. Maybe I'll go watch the song Bats! and let out my frustrations through Applejack's frustrations.
Honestly, I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't know why mice are always depicted as the good guys in cartoons. It's so stupid. Mice are the bad guys! Cats are the good guys!
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Date: 2015-08-20 12:51 am (UTC)Ugh, I hope you can somehow get rid of them quickly. (I don't suppose allowing a cat in the house is an option?)
As for why mice exist, as I understand it, they're supposed to serve as prey items for small carnivores. The problem is that they routinely seek shelter in human spaces to escape from said carnivores. *headdesk* (Which is why I asked if you can get a cat in the house for a bit; that should scare them enough to get the heck out)
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Date: 2015-08-20 01:11 am (UTC)Now it seems to be in the ventilation system! I don't know what we're going to do when it gets hot and unbearable without the AC! It's been cooler today, but it could still be hot later tonight. It seems to get the hottest in the house in the evenings.
I was thinking that it seemed like being prey animals was the only thing they were good for. (Or being experimented on....) I don't think we could bring the kitty in the house; she's not trained for a house and who knows what she might get into herself.
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Date: 2015-08-20 01:28 am (UTC)Indeed, that's about it. And bleh, yeah, the cat might also cause complications, too.
One thing I've heard is oil of peppermint; if you wipe down areas with peppermint oil on a cotton ball, it's supposed to repel them. Haven't tried it myself, but we're getting close to trying that.
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Date: 2015-08-20 01:33 am (UTC)Yeeep. Sigh.
Interesting! My sister has tried mint leaves at her place and says she hasn't had any trouble since; both would definitely be worth looking into.