Well, the little bubonic plague carriers have taken the bait off all eight traps for three consecutive nights.
It is war.
A few friends have suggested glue traps. My mom used them once when I was a kid. It was horrific and I cannot do that ever again. Though I am tempted, the idea of something screeching as it breaks its own legs grosses me out.
Our son picked up another cold and of course the first thought I had was, "He got a hantavirus from the rodents!" Last night I had gone into his room and he was having problems breathing because he was so stuffy. I cursed those fur balls and kept hoping I would hear the traps snap and that this nightmare would be over, but no. Somehow they have alluded their deaths and I am beside myself.
All of our food is in jars or containers. My husband has steel wooled every hole he could find and yet, they are still coming into our pantry. This is baffling and impressive. What it comes down to at this point is that I just want someone to come in, rip open my walls and remove the offending nest and residents.
What a friggin' health hazard. I get that we live in the country and mice are the norm in some cases, but this is beyond foul.
Oh, we are also seriously considering getting a cat. That's right. Let nature do what it was meant to do, but our luck we would end up with a cat that ignores the mice. God has a sense of humor.
I don't want to end on a crabby note, so here are some recipes I have not tried but look tasty.
Delicata squash, Brussels Sprouts, & Hazelnut Salad with Cider Vinaigrette from Dishing Up The Dirt
Pear and Fig Mincemeat from Frugal Feeding
Apple Cider Caramel Corn from Annie's Eats
Harvest Vegetable Soup from Nourishing Meals