The good news: we identified the culprit that has been knocking the cover off of Brody’s treat bucket, sending it crashing to the ground and scaring the boots off of us
The bad news: said culprit is a mouse
Now, I’m no stranger to mice. As I’ve mentioned before, my roommates and I lived with some mice for a time back in the day. But since that incident ended in a kitchen fire (click here to read more), we are open to suggestions for the best way to deal with our uninvited guest.
A few important items to keep in mind:
-Neither of us really wants the mouse to end up dead
-Justin is concerned that the mouse will be too cold if we put it outside, but he is willing to get past that if no one is willing to foot the bill for a plane ticket to get the mouse somewhere warm or if no one is willing to knit a tiny hat and scarf
I thank you in advance for your suggestions and I hope you have a happy and mouse-free Tuesday.
When Chris and I started dating, I saw a mouse in his apartment. Chris decided to try to get any mouse buddies out of hiding by placing a Kraft Single on a paper plate and waiting to see what happened. Just a thought…
He always has been a problem solver. I thank you for your suggestion.
I’ll try it tonight, but I bet the mouse will get scared off by me trying to wrestle Brody away from the cheese.
Perhaps you should trade that lazy hound in for a hungry cat.
I like where your head is at, Dad. Or we could get a cat and keep the lazy hound – the house would get so chaotic that the mouse would just leave on his own!
I trapped a mouse with Brie cheese once and transported it to a hollow tree in the nearby woods. I stocked that mouse condo with at least a week’s worth of cheese and crackers. The mouse looked at me with a remarkable mixture of curiosity, fear, and, possibly, gratitude.
Brie! Great idea.
I bet you’re like some sort of all-powerful idol that they worship in the mouse world now. That elderly mouse is still telling the tale of the kind giant who helped him survive the long, cruel winter.