Every day this week, we have caught at least one mouse in the same drawer. On a few days, one mouse would be emptied out, the trap reset and the next mouse caught within 15 minutes. We're still using the pellet stuck in peanut butter. That pellet must taste super good!! We gave up counting mice many weeks ago. I can't think how many we must have obliterated by now. Probably close to 150 in traps and how many more must have been killed off by the pellets! I'm not sure that we even keep up with the birth rate though!!!!!
I met a stranger in the supermarket who said how she had come to have sympathy for the mice and loved their sweet little faces. I don't let myself even linger over that thought. If I start to like them, I won't be able to catch them.
In some strange madness that came over me many years ago when Rachel was about 10, I let her keep white mice. I can still hear their little squeals and the endless squeaking of the ever revolving wheel. And the stink! I will never learn to tolerate that smell. I wonder how Rachel would react now, to this plague of mice in my house???
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