Mouse in the House

Codex Manenssisne of the consequences of living so close to Nature is the need to share your living space with the habitat of a lot of wild animals. This fact manifests itself in many different ways here in the Northwest: a few of them are really dramatic (e.g. dear or raccoons being hit by cars), some are exciting (like cougars wandering around your neighborhood), some are sweet (such as finding a seal in a morning walk on the beach or a dear during a mountain hike), and some others are really annoying. Like the mouse (or even worse: mice) that have decided to take our garage as their home.

The other night we opened the garage door to drive the car in and when we turned the light on… there it was, running all over the garage, jumping from one container to another, and finally looking for coverage in the corner we keep all our suitcases. Dammit! I mean, it’s not that they are dangerous or something, but having our suitcases covered with mouse crap does not sound like a great idea to me. Plus, considering how fast mice reproduce, our garage might go from a one mouse summer residence to a mice vacation resort in just a few weeks. So we gotta do something.

Well, no problem. Any big store around Issaquah like Target, Fred Mayer’s or Home Depo has at least one entire section full with any kind of trap the most machiavellic mind could come up with: poisons, glue, electrical cells, the standard bate trap… Oh boy!, it feels kind of nice to see that you are not the only one with pest problems. My brain was getting really creative on how to combine the electrical kit with the glued path when Amanda said she did not want to kill the poor mouse.

- What do you want to do with it? Give it two “welcome home” kisses? Bestiary, XV Century, England

- No, just catch it and then we will release it somewhere else.

- Somewhere else? Like two houses away, where the Issaquah’s Sheriff moved in a few weeks ago?…

We ended up buying the “keep ‘em alive” trap. Oh well, who knows?, this is the US after all… we might catch Mickey Mouse’s cousin and then ask for a ransom :-)

The trap has been in the garage for a week more or less and up to now there is nothing in it. I was told to use peanut butter as bate, but I think we got a sort of gourmet rodent because it’s not working. Chicken teriyaki, maybe? Umm… We also removed all the junk from the garage and cleaned the place. We did find a bit of mouse crap in two corners, but fortunately (for us and for our heart) there was no mouse in sight. Believe me: it is kind of creep to open carton boxes expecting a mouse jumping out if it at any moment. Alfred Hitchcock probably looked for mice in his house when he was a boy and learnt all the things for his movies from it. But we did not see anything. I hope it means the mouse is gone.

The funny thing is that now, when I enter in the garage early in the morning or late at night, when it is completely dark, just before I turn on the light those Iron Maiden lyrics start playing in my head:

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that someone’s always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that something always there


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