Judging by the traffic-share received by my last post about the mouse that had taken up residence in my bedroom and seemed inconceivably able to rob traps with complete impunity, if you read this blog even infrequently, chances are you know what I'm talking about. If not, here is the link.
While I attempted to "live trap" the wily rodent the night after it successfully jumped free of two springing traps in a row, that failed just as miserably. I placed a piece of chocolate on top of a precariously balanced piece of tissue paper over the mouth of a Mason jar. The mouse somehow managed to get it off without falling in, so there was no live trap.
Last evening, my grandpa, who heard I had a mouse problem, brought up a bag full of rat poison. I wasn't looking forward to using it, not only because I'd rather not have rat poison laying around my room, but also because I've always felt like poisoning the little guys is a bit low (at least compared to an old-fashioned mouse trap). It didn't look like I had many alternatives though.
Then, just a few minutes after my grandpa left, and long before I made up my mind about the poison, I heard a noise in my closet. This was unusual as mice typically wait until the wee hours of the morning to come out and wreak havoc, and it was only early evening. I set out the trap though––and the camera. Only about a minute later, this happened:
It looks like the battle is over. But the war is still coming. It's barely even August, and mice don't usually become a problem here until late September!