When we first moved into this house we quickly discovered we adopted a mouse along with the mortgage. Every once in a while a brown flash would dart from beneath one cabinet to beneath the oven. Yes, I screamed. I’m not afraid of mice but the abrupt nature of their appearance is alarming, a dark blur flying across the floor like a giant cockroach from hell. Other sightings were reported by the children who expressed equal alarm. My husband and I considered mouse traps in walgreens, but, half out of pity and half out of frugality, I didn’t want to bother. After all, other than occasionally freaking us out, what harm was he or she inflicting?
I have no ethical issue with killing animals. I don’t even feel bad when I watch those gory factory farm PETA videos. But I figured… why not let mouse bygones be bygones. Couldn’t we all just get along?
That was nine years ago. Fast forward to the past few months and apparently that mouse got married. Because the mouse sightings are now mice sightings (my son saw four at once!) and what was a rare encounter was now, between the ten of us, a diurnal one. They skittered above my ceiling while I tried to sleep; they tore around my son’s room; they skulked in the downstairs kitchen, so bold as to sniff bananas and avocados when I was standing right there at the counter!
That’s it, I thought to myself. This is war.
My son and I put our heads together: poison? No. My sister used rat poison on her own infestation and had dead rats rotting in the walls for months (imagine the smell!). We decided to try both glue traps and snap traps, and I was grateful my oldest daughter wasn’t within earshot: she spent the majority of her senior year writing rambling, encyclopedic-length animal rights screeds.
We set up the traps in areas with the most frequent mouse sightings (it’s a big house). My oldest daughter by this point noticed what was going on.
What kind of traps? she asked, visibly distraught.
Not glue traps! she pleaded. Mommy I’ll buy humane traps myself!
We had kills within hours of setting out those traps, or rather we had catches. Then we had to figure out how to dispose of the glued mice. Just throw them out in a bag? Drown them? I once knew someone whose father would drown mice in the toilet, before disposing of them.
I looked my son in the eye. How about the freezer?
That’s what I was thinking, he replied. But wasn’t sure…
Unfortunately the snap traps aren’t working- I had high hopes of feeding the mice to the feral cats, but am concerned the glue might make them sick. So far only the glue traps have yielded casualties. One amazon reviewer claimed to have caught an 18 inch snake with a single glue trap! So if you are in a position to consider a vermin trap, I highly recommend these glue traps. Hooyah!