One down

Friday night just after settling into bed I got up to perform our ritual “did we close the garage door” check. On my way out I happened to peek behind the ironing board where we had sprung our cheese loaded mouse trap, and lo and behold, we got one. I didn’t actually see it because I do my best to check the traps using my peripheral vision so I won’t actually have an image to haunt me in my sleep. But I saw a shadow, and promptly summonsed Clint down for confirmation. After donning a rubber glove and wrapping his hand in a plastic bag, he unceremoniously tossed the whole thing in the dumpster. So as of now, our house is less one mouse. I’d like to believe we had one mouse and we caught that one mouse, but either way we are now prepared with additional traps placed strategically around the house. There has been no other activity as of yet, but perhaps that’s because we’re using traps that claim using bait decreases their effectiveness. (huh?) This might work on the average house mouse, but clearly the manufacture is not taking into consideration the advanced intelligence our mice seem to possess. We’ll give it a few days before I try to figure out some way to stick some cheese in there (I think they’re on to the peanut butter).