My house has a mouse problem. Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue. I was born and raised in the woods, and the best way to deal with mice is to let the cat deal with it. Basically, doing nothing but letting nature do it’s thing.
However, I rent my house and I am not allowed to have a cat. My landlady is allergic and when she started renting out the house, she had to do a lot of work to get the cat smell out of the house. So, no cats.
In an effort to beat the furry little monsters, I had traps set up. But alas, the mice were too smart for that. Soon, they began an all out war, pooping all over my kitchen and living room. One day, I found mouse poop on top of the faucet. I had set a washcloth on top of the faucet to use for washing dishes, and the mice pooped on it!
It was war.
My parents discovered that someone had made an electronic mouse repellent thing. These sends out electronic beeps that mice hate and this drives them out of the house. I got one of these, and soon, with a last defiant poop on my couch, the mice were exiled from my home.
But the problem with battery-operated things is that, eventually, the battery will run out. That happened to me. Slowly, I began finding mouse poop in my kitchen again. Nothing obvious, but it was present.
Then, one day, it happened. I was sitting on my couch, eating dinner (because I can) when I saw a brown shape whiz past me. I had to pause. That couldn’t have been what I thought it was, right?
It was. I know this because, two minutes later, it happened again. Another little brown blur raced from under my couch to the shelves under my TV. Freaked out now, I lifted my feet off the floor and tucked them under myself. Then, I went back to my dinner.
Several moments passed. I did not look at the place where I suspected mice were hiding. But then, I looked up to see the strangest thing. A little mouse face was staring at me. Peeking out from behind the shelf, it stepped out and began inching closer and closer to me. It never took it’s eyes off of me as it moved, slowly, ever so slowly towards me.
“Can we be friends?” It seemed to say. Or, probably more accurately, “Can I have some food, please?”
I stared at the mouse (who I instantly named Basil. It was involuntary. A mouse who is too smart for traps and is virtually fearless? What other name could it have? It was an accident) and he stared right back. On his hind legs, Basil inched forward.
After what seemed like much longer than it was, I leaned forward and let out a hiss. As any adult would. My goal was to sound like a cat, and it apparently worked. Basil dropped back to all fours and quickly vanished behind the TV shelf.
I won that round, but every five minutes I saw a little brown face peering at me, like Basil couldn’t wait for me to be out of there so he could investigate for crumbs.
The next day, I replaced the battery in my mouse repeller. For my troubles, I found new mouse poops on my coffee table. I cleaned it up and meowed in triumph. The next day, I found only one mouse poop pellet there, but I saw Basil. He was running from under my couch to my TV shelf.
I hope that he is being driven out and this is Basil’s last stand, because I am tired of cleaning up mouse poop and wondering if he is crawling over me when I sleep. Or just watching me, with his bright little mouse eyes. I don’t mind sharing my house with mice, as long as they don’t poop in my kitchen! Or mess with any of the upstairs floor.
When I get a dog, it’s going to have to be a mouser.