I hate mice. That is, I hate them when they're on my turf. (It's like the spiders in the basement--they're welcome to stay as long as they aren't on me, my furniture, or somehow otherwise bothering me.) Mice are even worse when they're in a wall or the ceiling and making those goddamn scritchscritch scratch pingthunk scitchscritch noises. It always sounds just like they're going to scratch or chew their way through and fall on your head.
The worst was when we'd put poison in the ceiling (they're tiles, so we can do that) and it failed miserably at getting rid of them. Later we found numerous dead mouse bodies hidden in the ceiling when we took tiles out, but that's another story *gag*. My dad then decided a humane trap would be a good idea, which he put in right over my bed without telling me. So one night I was peacefully dreaming and all of a sudden I'm awoken by a loud
SNAP THUDTHUDBANGTHUDSQUEEEEEEEEAAAKK
type noise from above my head! It kept moving around in the damn trap for about an hour, as I was awake to watch the clock. In the morning I mentioned it to my dad, who checked the thing, which was empty. Thanks dad, for scaring me out of my wits at 2 in the morning for no results anyways.
Anyhow, our mice didn't go away even with a cat (admittedly old), numerous devices, and several hair-brained schemes, until one day my dad finally found a hole leading outside of the house and blocked it off.
The worst was when we'd put poison in the ceiling (they're tiles, so we can do that) and it failed miserably at getting rid of them. Later we found numerous dead mouse bodies hidden in the ceiling when we took tiles out, but that's another story *gag*. My dad then decided a humane trap would be a good idea, which he put in right over my bed without telling me. So one night I was peacefully dreaming and all of a sudden I'm awoken by a loud
SNAP THUDTHUDBANGTHUDSQUEEEEEEEEAAAKK
type noise from above my head! It kept moving around in the damn trap for about an hour, as I was awake to watch the clock. In the morning I mentioned it to my dad, who checked the thing, which was empty. Thanks dad, for scaring me out of my wits at 2 in the morning for no results anyways.
Anyhow, our mice didn't go away even with a cat (admittedly old), numerous devices, and several hair-brained schemes, until one day my dad finally found a hole leading outside of the house and blocked it off.
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