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hummingwolf) wrote2011-08-23 12:54 am
hummingwolf) wrote2011-08-23 12:54 am
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Well, *that* should help with the insomnia.
Last night in my insomniac irrationality, I had myself just about convinced that there was at least one mouse in my bedroom. I mentioned to the landlord this morning that I wanted to get a mousetrap, just for my own peace of mind. He thought I was being silly. After all, my room is far from anything interesting--whatever could motivate mice to come in here?
As it happens, the fact that I'm paranoid doesn't mean that I'm imagining things.
On the positive side, while the housemate next door and I each found what appeared to be small rodent droppings in our bedrooms today, neither of us found any evidence that mice had actually eaten anything. And since I was storing some cereal in my room until very recently, that's a pretty big positive. I'll be inspecting all my clothes for signs that they've been shredded and used for bedding, but I haven't seen any terribly suspicious chewing marks while I was cleaning last week or today (I had to take a break Saturday & Sunday when my body reminded me that it's still the one in charge here).
On the negative side, as I was sitting here at my computer a little before midnight, I heard a noise coming from the direction of the trap--and I turned around to see a tiny blur zipping away. Apparently the allure of the tasty tasty peanut butter has not yet been enough to overcome the rodent's basic fear of this thing that moves. Maybe Mickey and/or Jerry will go back to the trap in the night and go all the way in. Or maybe it will taunt me all night as I try (and possibly fail) to sleep. Well, if this humane trap doesn't work out, maybe I'll go back to the store tomorrow in search of something more efficient. It might be a good idea to buy a second trap anyway, just on principle, even though this one is supposed to be reusable and able to trap up to four mice at a time.
My main problem at the moment is the sure knowledge that this critter is living in my bedroom. I'm sure it's a cute little thing when it stays still long enough for you to get a good look at it, but I don't want wild animals living in my bedroom without my permission. And no, nobody needs to tell me about the health threats posed by rodents and their hangers-on--my insomnia's been bad enough as it is, thanks.
As it happens, the fact that I'm paranoid doesn't mean that I'm imagining things.
On the positive side, while the housemate next door and I each found what appeared to be small rodent droppings in our bedrooms today, neither of us found any evidence that mice had actually eaten anything. And since I was storing some cereal in my room until very recently, that's a pretty big positive. I'll be inspecting all my clothes for signs that they've been shredded and used for bedding, but I haven't seen any terribly suspicious chewing marks while I was cleaning last week or today (I had to take a break Saturday & Sunday when my body reminded me that it's still the one in charge here).
On the negative side, as I was sitting here at my computer a little before midnight, I heard a noise coming from the direction of the trap--and I turned around to see a tiny blur zipping away. Apparently the allure of the tasty tasty peanut butter has not yet been enough to overcome the rodent's basic fear of this thing that moves. Maybe Mickey and/or Jerry will go back to the trap in the night and go all the way in. Or maybe it will taunt me all night as I try (and possibly fail) to sleep. Well, if this humane trap doesn't work out, maybe I'll go back to the store tomorrow in search of something more efficient. It might be a good idea to buy a second trap anyway, just on principle, even though this one is supposed to be reusable and able to trap up to four mice at a time.
My main problem at the moment is the sure knowledge that this critter is living in my bedroom. I'm sure it's a cute little thing when it stays still long enough for you to get a good look at it, but I don't want wild animals living in my bedroom without my permission. And no, nobody needs to tell me about the health threats posed by rodents and their hangers-on--my insomnia's been bad enough as it is, thanks.
In other news, I did see a lovely red-streaked sunset during my evening walk.