Now My Husband Hates Mice Too

I bought a humane trap at Lowes last weekend, but so far the mouse has avoided it. The better performing Havahart trap is in the mail via the wonderful world of internet shopping. And for a few days, we even thought that maybe the mouse left or one of our animals caught it (ha). ("Arent' cats and dogs supposed to be predatory animals?" said my husband. "Not ours," I said. "Ours are housepets.")

Last night we cleaned the kitchen and settled down for a small amount of TV. A small amount is all we get these days. When we got back up and went into the kitchen again, there were mouse droppings all over the kitchen counter.

"Did the mouse come in here just in the time we were watching TV?" said my husband. "I guess so," I replied.

I think we both had a similar vision. It involved the mouse getting on the counter, seeing that we were watching TV, doing a superiority dance like the gopher in "Caddyshack," and proceeding to crap all over the counter while laughing a sinister mouse laugh.

In addition to being grossed out by mouse droppings in our food preparation area, we resented the mouse's little dance and its laughter. We also found that it had chewed another hole in the birdseed bag. "I thought that other hole had just happened," said my husband. "You aren't very familiar with mice, are you?" I said. "Put the birdseed in a big plastic container, like the dog food."

My husband still wants to use the humane trap, but he has stopped referring to the mouse as "cute" and seems to be using the word "rodent" more often.