We have a problem and it's vermin. More specifically--mice. But I prefer calling them vermin. Vermin is a word I can't seem to get enough of lately!
The problem is in our kitchen and seems to be contained to two lower cabinets that house things like a blender, food processor and some pots and pans. Luckily, no foodstuffs are in there--so I'm not totally clear on why the vermin want to hang out in there--maybe to get out of the cold?
In any case, the thing that clued me into the vermin was the tell-tale "droppings." Ew--just writing that makes me sick! I told Don to get these fancy-type traps I heard about that "hide" the deceased vermin (kind of a "Roach Motel" but for mice)--because I can't cope with actually seeing them. But he couldn't find those and had to settle for the gross-out kind.
Long story, short--we have caught five and a half vermin in six days.
The "half catch" went something like this:
It's late at night and I'm in the kitchen alone trying to to catch up on some blog-reading. Everyone has gone to bed and it's quiet.
Suddenly, I hear the vermin trap go off. Snap!
I freak out a little and have to suppress my immediate urge to try and save the vermin. I stand frozen--but I still hear clanking noises coming from the cabinet. This upsets me--aren't these traps supposed to be quick and painless? Why is the vermin still moving?
I write a note for Don to see in the morning so he can "take care" of the vermin. The cabinet is quiet now.
But a few minute later, the clanking start up again! What does this mean? I write another note to Don saying that I don't know or understand what the state of the vermin is.
For the next half-hour I hear continual noise from the cabinet. I write a third note stating that that the vermin is not deceased and warning Don that I don't know what could be going on in there.
The next morning I find Andy in the kitchen (he gets up early with Don and they watch "The Daily Joe" together) and ask him what happened with the vermin.
"It was intense!" he told me.
Apparently, only the vermin's foot had been caught in the trap, so Don attempted to pick up the trap with a pair of pinking shears so he could move the whole business outside. (Side note: Don was bitten by a mouse at a young age. The details are sketchy, but somehow he was holding a "wild mouse" and it bit him and then his parents had to "turn the mouse in" so it could be tested for rabies. He will "never hold a mouse again," he has vowed.) But the trap dropped to to the floor and the vermin started running around the kitchen, dragging the trap.
Then Don tried to use various spatulas and slotted spoons so he could get it outside and release it. After a few missteps where both Don and the mouse ended up in snow, the mouse was released.
Don said the mouse seemed "perfectly healthy."
Anyway, the vermin problem doesn't seem to be letting up, so I might have to call in the professionals. Any vermin advice would be greatly appreciated!
Oh, and here are my notes to Don--they're kind of funny!
Edited to add: OMG--on the blog I was just reading, the "Captcha" was verminn. No joke! Do you think they're trying to communicate with me from the Great Beyond??