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Our home is a multi-creature-eccosm. A couple of winters ago we had mice, escaping from the freezing fields of winter by burrowing behind the kitchen heater. They're back. They're brazen! One was perched on the bottom rung of the heater a few nights ago, thinking that if it couldn't see H, then she couldn't see it. H blew on it's bum; it still didn't move. Then she touched the end of the hanging-down tail and it finally scampered away into the laundry. H and S tried to plug up all the holes in the kitchen and laundry floor as a preventative measure (doesn't seem to have worked). This is after having "invested" in many humane mouse-ridding devices such as the "sonic mouse repeller" (they used it to rappel down the wires into the dog food)and "humane" traps, whereby they are meant to wander into little country cottages where the door swings closed behind them and they can then be let loose into, well, the yard of the nasty neighbours down the street. They ignored them.
And all this came about because the evil former room-mate was putting down glue traps despite H's horror. She'd actually tried to release a mouse stuck in such a trap, who chomped down on her finger while she was trying to pry him out. Glue traps, aye. What a horror. So they finally resorted to the old fashioned mouse spring traps. However, they were present in the kitchen last week when it finally went off, catching a mouse right on the eye, so it lay there stunned bleeding profusely from the eye socket before it managed to run off, H moaning in despair, milling about uselessly, wondering what to do to help the poor thing (poor little thing she'd tried to kill, that is).
The humans think there must be a better solution. As dogs, these things are not our problem. We assume that we are a multi-creature house-hold anyway, and we regard them with benign tolerance. Anyway, that's a cat's job.
Then, today, ants were discovered in the bath. As I said, our home is a multi-creature-cosmos.
And all this came about because the evil former room-mate was putting down glue traps despite H's horror. She'd actually tried to release a mouse stuck in such a trap, who chomped down on her finger while she was trying to pry him out. Glue traps, aye. What a horror. So they finally resorted to the old fashioned mouse spring traps. However, they were present in the kitchen last week when it finally went off, catching a mouse right on the eye, so it lay there stunned bleeding profusely from the eye socket before it managed to run off, H moaning in despair, milling about uselessly, wondering what to do to help the poor thing (poor little thing she'd tried to kill, that is).
The humans think there must be a better solution. As dogs, these things are not our problem. We assume that we are a multi-creature house-hold anyway, and we regard them with benign tolerance. Anyway, that's a cat's job.
Then, today, ants were discovered in the bath. As I said, our home is a multi-creature-cosmos.