March 2018 SOLC–Day 22
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I think the mice are yearning for spring and warmer weather, too. Just last night I found evidence of small critter visitors in a kitchen drawer. (Use your imagination.)
“Kurt, the mice are back,” I sighed. (I’ve written recently about another mouse discovery here.)
After some consultation (and cleaning out the drawer, scrubbing everything down with Lysol, etc.) we realized we couldn’t use poison. We have these nifty little blocks we’ve used in the past. They are my preferred don’t-have-to-see-it-hear-it option. However, with two young and energetic cats around, we feared poisoned mice could be consumed, leading to poisoned cats. Not ideal. There were a few left-over mouse traps in the closet, but those gross me out. Unfortunately, we couldn’t find our cute little Have–a–Heart mouse hotel, so I made a mental note to stop and pick one up tomorrow. Game plan set.
Later that night, Kurt announced suddenly from the kitchen, “Ready and set!”
“The traps. I set one in the drawer.” (Note–Kurt is always messing with the game plan.)
I sighed, and crossed the visit to the hardware store off my mental list.
This morning, I walked into the kitchen and my eyes were drawn to the drawer like magnets.
Is there anything there? No, don’t look! Don’t look! I told myself firmly. You don’t want to see. Kurt will come down later and check.
I pushed the button to start my coffee, and walked over to the fridge to get my OJ. My eyes drifted back to the drawer. No! I bustled about the kitchen, going through my regular morning routine, fighting the urge to peek, because I really, really didn’t want to see.
I started. What was that? Unsure where exactly the noise came from, I looked around to find the cats. (They are always a great explanation for unexplained noises, but neither was in sight.) My eyes drifted unwillingly to the drawer.
Ew! The sound was definitely coming from the drawer. Don’t look! Don’t look!
It was getting louder! I grabbed the coffee pot, sloshed some in my cup and scampered out of the kitchen, my imagination working overtime. What’s in there? Why isn’t it making squeaking noises? Is it trapped by the head and frantically thrashing about trying to escape? If it were caught by the tail (my preferred imagination of how these traps work), wouldn’t it be squeaking? Is it blocked from escaping because of the trap? Ahhhhhhh!
I feel like such a coward, but I just can’t look. I have no idea how to spring the trap and I’m certainly not going to finish off the mouse. My options are limited. I choose the ostrich-approach — don’t look.
Unfortunately, I can’t help hearing and I can’t avoid the kitchen on a school day. Each time I go back in to refill my coffee, I keep my eyes firmly on the drawer and give it a wide berth, moving quickly past it. I’m pretty sure the drawer is not going to fly open and launch an angry homicidal mouse as I walk by, but I’m cautious by nature. Why risk it?
As I write this in the family room now, I can hear the thumping and rustling continuing periodically in the kitchen. Needless to say, this is not a relaxing morning–for either the mouse critter or for me! Then, at my feet I hear a moist, crunching noise. What!?! I look down. Ironically, the cat is chewing avidly on her plastic catnip mouse.
Maybe I’ll leave for work early…