4 posts tagged “mice”

Y'all, I'm losing my sh*t.  I'm serious.

Last night, I was awoken by a scurrying, scrabbling sound behind the bed.  I sat bolt upright and listened as the noise rounded the corner of the room (right past that f*cking worthless sonic rodent repeller), clambered over some of my son's toys in the corner and seemed to take up residence behind the dresser.  Needless to say, there are much nicer ways to be awoken from sleep.  I had only had about three hours of sleep at that point, but I turned on the lights and the TV, hoping to scare away my little non-friend.  It didn't really work.  I heard some more scrabbling noises, but finally things quieted down.  Around that time, my husband came home.  I told him about the mouse, but he had no interest in dragging anything out of the corner to try to find the little bugger.  He was exhausted and just climbed into bed.  He had no problem falling asleep immediately and I felt better with him home (for no real good reason, it's not like the mouse was going to be scared of him), so I went back to sleep, too.  I woke up convinced I had seen a mouse climbing straight up the wall, but I think that was a dream and it was kind of more like a fuzzy spider.  Which means I was either having a nightmare or I have a huge, furry spider problem, too.

What the hell am I going to do?  A cat is out.  We've had one before and it was a nightmare, mostly because we're horrible pet owners.  We found him a good home with a woman who would give him the love and attention he needed.  I'm not going down that road again.  My mom refuses to let me borrow her cat for rat round-ups, because she's afraid he'll eat them.  I feel like I'm left with three options:

1. Buy more sonic repellers and put one in EVERY outlet.  (Or, I could move some more into the bedroom from seemingly less affected areas.)
2. Buy real traps, either glue or traditional.  (ACK!  ACK!  ACK!)
3. Hire some professional pest control.

I think I'm going to have to go with number three.  I can't handle setting or disposing of the traps.  Poison is out, with a toddler in the house.  I'm fairly convinced the sonic things aren't worth the money I paid for them, but I probably will move the one from the hall into the bedroom corner once I work up the courage to clean it out.  I have no idea what number three is going to cost, but I'm losing my mind over here.

I don't think the sonic rodent repellers are working.  I keep hearing squeaks.  Earlier, there was some type of crash in the kitchen and I tried to convince myself it was just trash settling or something, but I keep hearing the damn squeaks.  I've turned on all the lights, the television, played a movie on the computer, banged pots in the kitchen and stomped around like a lunatic.  I also begged my husband to close the bar and come home, which as you can imagine, went over like a lead balloon. 

My husband and my best friend have both tried to convince me I'm crazy and that I wouldn't be able to hear a single mouse squeaking.  My best friend, God love her, said it would have to be a whole horde of mice before I heard the squeaks. 

A. WHOLE. F*CKING. HORDE.

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I think there's a mouse in my apartment.  Okay, I know there's at least one mouse in my apartment and I'm afraid there's a whole horde.  I bought these sonic rodent repellers, because I was too chickenshit to try a real trap.  So, I spent ten times what I would have spent on mousetraps to buy these high-tech things you plug into your sockets, that supposedly emit a high-frequency sound that drives the mice away.

I was nervous to plug them in.  What if the poor things come out shrieking with blood running out of their little mouse ears?  That would be traumatic and also, I would have to deal with the little dead bodies.  I debated, but then finally did plug them in, because, well, I don't want to live with mice.  And my parents refused to let me borrow their cat.  So, I plug them in and wait for the horrorific blood-curdling mouse shrieks, only nothing happens.  I'm relieved.  Then I start to wonder how I know if the damn things are working if there is no visible/audible evidence of mousy distress?