The end of summer renews my hostilities with the local field mouse population. They want a warm place to make nests and spit out their vermin brood, I'd prefer they do so elsewhere or die a snappy mouse trap death or a miserable warfarin induced slow death…the choice is theirs to make, I'm a sweetheart that way.
Anyhoo – this year I have decided to try finding where they are getting into the house and crawl space. That means donning a Tyvek suit and other protective gear plus a respirator to enter the crawl space searching for any entry points the mice may have and sealing it off. And placing a glue trap or two around it baited with D-Con. I might throw a mountain lion down there as well to scare the little bastards off.
Going into the crawl space is not my favorite thing in the world. While I don't believe the flesh eating creatures from The Descent reside down there, other things do…like maybe the hanta virus…and giant spiders…and mice. In other words, not good times.
I really wish the mice would just take a hint and take up residence somewhere else….
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