It's warm enough outside and I've postponed it long enough. Too long, in fact, it's like I'm running a Superstore in here.
Watching the mice yesterday from the office, they're loving that chew-toy I bought them for christmas. Popping out from under the stove, two at a time - I thought there was only two....
Large mouse, small mouse climbing chew. Small mouse, medium mouse, is there only 2? medium mouse, large mouse, this just won't do....
There's a Dr. Seuss book in here somewhere....
It's hard to tell, it looks like there might be three mice, but I'm only seeing 2 at a time, the sizes appear to be different though....
And finally they come clean. Small mouse on chew, medium mouse above it, large mouse watching - a proper inter-generational family gathering. They pop in and out of the drawer, hanging down the chew with their tails when they want to get fed.
Then, from the corner of my eye, I see another mouse nonchalantly amble out from under the bookcase in the office.
Now they're taking the piss.
And so I pull out the drawer, manage to catch one mouse, the others escape. I throw him in my #3 Medalta, he shouldn't be able to jump out of that, but I've placed a collander over top just to be sure. A good thing from the sounds of it, there's a lot of fussing in there as he's trying to escape. When I've rounded them all up it'll be time to walk down to a wild area and relocate the family. Or any group of 2 or three at least, this might be a large scale job. Meanwhile I've booby trapped the apartment and baited traps....