After the last mouse snuck into our house a couple weeks ago, we thought it was cute — a one-time thing. (Previously, we had battled a mouse problem in the pantry.) Since then, it’s become more of a problem.
We looked the other way when I was down in the basement about a week ago going through a tub of dog stuff and found that another mouse had been nesting in the bottom of it; we emptied the tub and let the mouse free. Apparently the two mice we’ve freed have taken our kindness for granted, told their friends, or both.
Yesterday we found mouse droppings in the kitchen. This morning we found some scattered about our stove and even inside the broiler — our 1948 Chambers B Model has a top-loading broiler (its big flame is always fun at parties) — since we made some garlic bread in it last night.
That was the final straw.
These animal-loving, big-hearted, mouse-freeing, liberal vegetarians have had enough. Tonight we buy and set traps. No mouse messes with our eating and food preparation areas. We’re serious about our food.