Okay, so remember this post from last year when I talked about the stupid mouse in my new CRV's glove compartment?
Well, we cleared all the bags of birdseed and bird suet cakes that had apparently served as the deluxe mouse buffet out of our garage. I saw none of the evidence of mice that I had seen before (gnawed restaurant napkins and scatalogical souvenirs) for the rest of the year. I thought the problem was gone.
Until I opened my glove box last week.
To my horror, several Starbucks and Panera napkins had been shredded, gerbil and hamster style, to confetti.
This time, I was done. I don't care how much mice like masticating recycled gourmet chain food store napkins: no more furry little bastards are going to invade my new car. Not even my glove compartment.
So I took the humanitarian mouse trap box thingie that had sat, unsuccessfully, in our basement for so long when we saw a few mice when we first moved in. The pretzel was stale but was still in there, untouched, and the peanut butter was still on the outside flap (to lure the mouse inside toward the pretzel, wherein the door closes and it's trapped).
I put it in the glove box.
For several days, I checked. Nothing. Today I wasn't expecting anything either, which is why when I took it out today to check it I was not prepared for the fact that there was, indeed, a mouse in the trap. It was dead, and had an anguished look on its face which almost (almost) made me feel guilty and bad for it. I will spare you the rest of the gory details, but you can imagine what happens to mammals when they die and lose muscular control of their functions. It was, in a word, completely nasty.
Fortunately the trap was designed for this, and I was able to dispose of the putrid mouse (which could have only been in there for a day, and in very cold temperatures which should have preserved it) without having to touch it. But the smell was ungodly.
I am hoping that I won't get any more mice. But the trap is obviously working, and I'm going to keep putting it in there until I stop seeing the hairy little pests in my damn car. I don't go hanging out in their field nests, do I? Sheesh.
Nasty. That's what that was. That's the Mot Du Jour.
2 comments:
Ewwww...
It's always sad, and sometimes gross, to have to rid your house (or car!) of unwanted creatures.
Too bad it was too cold for Gabby the Tabby to spend the night in your car; I bet it would have dispatched the rodent post-haste, as Nature would have intended.
But you did the next-best thing, and I sincerely hope that no more mice get into your car (hopefully the word will spread!) and that you are able to banish the odor.
I know...I would have taken the mouse out to some field somewhere to release it had it survived.
We have had a few mice in our house, and though I've seen Bianca circling and tormenting one that she had bullied into a stupor, the other two cats just think the things are really upscale cat toys. *sigh* David tried once to pick up a cat and point it at a mouse, but of course it wasn't the cat's idea so that didn't work. ;)
I haven't seen any evidence of mice in my glove box since then, but it's only been a week or so, and I did put the trap back in just in case. ;)
Darcy
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