Friday morning I made a very disappointing and distressing discovery on the kitchen counter: mouse poop. I’m not sure how any mice survive our neighborhood given the army of flea-bitten stray cats prowling around, but apparently they survive by hiding out in my house. I called the World’s Greatest Landlord (no lie) and informed him of the discovery. He told me he’d call the pest control people and asked if I was opposed to kill traps. “Of course not! They’re mice! They have no natural habitat to be released into, as their natural habitat is my kitchen!” He delivered a couple of mousetraps later that day. They looked like this:
Fast forward to about 1:00 am: Jon and I, sleepy and ready for bed, remember that we need to set the mousetraps. We quickly realize we have no IDEA how to set them. In our sleepy state, we fumble around, trying to figure out these tiny death machines. I finally get one set, when, just as I go to show it to Jon, SNAP! Right on my thumb. The dogs jumped a mile. Jon jumped a mile. I immediately burst into tears. It HURT. But then I kept crying. I cried harder. And it wasn’t just because my thumb really really hurt. I couldn’t bear the thought of that SNAP! happening to some little creature’s head. I really lost it just thinking about it. I couldn’t handle the idea that I might be woken up in the night by a SNAP!, knowing what had just happened. We went to bed, having given up on the traps for a while.
I kept crying. Jon started laughing his head off. I started crying harder, thinking he was laughing at me. And, in all honesty, he probably should have been laughing at me, because who gets hysterical over mousetraps? In reality, he was laughing because the SNAP! had really startled him, and for some reason his startle reflex is connected to his giggle box. Eventually I splashed some cold water on my face and blew my very snotty nose. We agreed we’d find some other solution than SNAP! traps. I may or may not be hoping to get a kitty out of this deal. I’m still not sure why the whole SNAP! incident got me so shook up, but all I know is, I can’t handle a SNAP! trap.
Anyone have suggestions for getting mice out of your kitchen without SNAP! traps?