We live in an older home, and are aware that it is certainly not mouse-proof.
Every once in a while a pioneering mouse finds its way inside. Sometimes it goes back outside and invites its relatives to join it in colonizing the place. This seems to have been the case this summer.
Jim opened up the liquor closet a few weeks ago and surprised a mouse squatting in the middle of the shelf. What it thought it was going to do with all that scotch, gin, bourbon and assorted liqueurs is beyond me. Maybe there was going to be a big party upstairs.
That particular mouse did not get to attend the putative festivities, since Jim immediately set one of the mouse traps, baiting it with some fine cheddar cheese. The mouse departed this mortal plane later that night. It was evident that there was probably another mouse in the house though, as the remainder of the cheese was gone when we checked the trap in the morning.
We re-set the trap and waited. Apparently eating the remainder of the cheese with its dead relative close by was creepy enough that the mouse that did the deed was not anxious to return to the scene. At any rate, the cheese got stale and no further mice were caught. Hopeful, we decided that maybe we were wrong, and there weren’t any more mice. Or that they had left for more salubrious climates.
Alas, it was not so. A few days later, Jim opened one of the cooking utensil drawers and surprised another mouse, who squatted amidst the barbecue skewers, sieves, and steamer baskets looking up at Jim in great consternation. Jim was startled as well, and slammed the drawer closed. The mouse departed, posthaste.
Mallory and Impy were of the opinion that it had taken up residence under the stove and the adjacent cabinet, and kept that area of the house staked out on a regular basis. The mouse was cagey.
The other night, though, it was thirsty. It takes a pretty bold mouse to use the cat’s water dish as its source of water, but this mouse was desperate. We had gone to bed and things were more or less quiet. The mouse was creeping across the dining room on its way to procure a drink when Jim felt a similar need. He turned on the light, catching the mouse in the dead middle of the room. Quickly, it darted under the couch. We rounded up the cats and set them on the scent, but once again the mouse had managed to escape. It did not stop once it was safe under the couch, but continued out the other side. Apparently it found the baseboard heating unit to be a convenient refuge.
Things didn’t progress much on the mouse front for the next few days. We were not so sanguine as to think it had moved on, though.
Last night it was wandering around up in the attic. Suddenly, it made a misstep, and fell down inside the framework that supports the whole house fan. Under the fan is a set of aluminum louvers that is about 30″ square. When you turn on the giant fan that is in the attic, the suction is such that it pulls the louvers open. We had been awakened by the thump and subsequent scrambling about of the mouse, arose from our bed and were standing under the fan and pondering what to do. Mallory was fascinated, as she is fascinated by all the odd things that her people choose to do.
Jim poked the switch, the fan began to turn, and the louvers opened. The mouse fell through the fan opening and landed on the carpet about six inches in front of Mallory.
Since she is blind, it took her a few seconds to get the scent of mouse and realize what had happened. The mouse was squatting on the carpet, stunned by its fall from the attic. I think it hoped that if it just stayed very still maybe no one would notice its dark grey mouse form on the white carpet.
“Ha!” Mallory finally said, once the musky mouse scent reached her. “It’s raining mice! What will they think of next?”
Unfortunately, the mouse was faster than she was, and escaped into the back bedroom. We apprised Impy of the situation. Once again, a baseboard heater provided refuge. For the rest of the night Impy had the mouse pinned down. Every once in a while we would hear the cat crashing into the metal base board heater when the mouse stuck its head out from its refuge, hoping that the coast was clear.
It is unknown at this point whether Impy succeeded in catching the mouse. Stay tuned for further developments….