It is not cute. No. AUGHHHHHH!!!!!! Give me snakes any day. The sound of mice scurrying makes me crazy. It’s genetic. My theory is this: historically speaking, women who hated mice lived longer and had more children. Therefore, most of us are descendents of women who have spent some good part of their maternal energy chasing small furry creatures out of the precious food set aside for the family.
My foremothers used brooms, poisons, traps and probably (knowing a few of them) their bare hands. I myself was a snap-trapper for years. Oh! the satisfying loud snap of a trap in the dead of night. Ah ha! I would think from my warm little bed. One less of you.
Generally I am all compassion and heart towards the animal kingdom. It was my children, to be totally honest, who talked me into getting a Havahart trap for mice.
There it is. Two for one. I only agreed if they would promise to completely and totally deal with it. (They are boys..by the way…and therefore do not possess the anti-mouse gene.) Their father thought it would be fun. He even went so far as to suggest we get a nice cage that the mice could live in. But no. I have my limits.
So we got the Havahart trap. And boy did it work. When winter starts in Vermont the mice come in. In late fall we trapped 4 in two days. After Christmas we trapped another 3. This month we got 2.
I will not touch the trap. My boys, however, will spend hours watching the captive mice, discussing where they should be released. Personally I would use them for bait in ice fishing. My boys however felt the little mice needed a nice home in the woods. My husband has been in charge of driving the mice and boys far, far away from my world and into the woods where the captured creatures are released into a big wooded area and hopefully are never seen again.
At least by me.
