Of Mice and Men
Put your money on the mice. All night long, they’re still frisky; I’m exhausted.
What to do? The warfarin is working. Manilow wasn’t toxic enough. The snoring in the room didn’t stop them, though all night along–those brief moments when I was sleeping–I dreamed of humpback whales.
SO what would an exterminator do–wrap up the entire house in a big baggy and fumigate?
Where do the mice-with-trackshoes live–only between certain floor joists, or fromt there, into the walls and on into the founation and up to the attic? I haven’t put D-con those places yet, but am planning to.
I’ve heard of some high-frequency sound emitters that drive away vermin, but am guessing that’s about 90% hype and 10% fact.
Admittedly, though the songbirds took a hit, we had no mouse problems when the cat was around. Maybe we can take up a floorboard and stick a tiny cat or two in there for a week, and see what happens. Nah, Ann won’t let a cat inside.
Something’s gotta give. Ideas welcomed.