As expected, we eagerly poked our little heads out to the garage to check the bucket this morning for trapped mice. Nothing. Ah, it's just that they were still full, we reasoned, and maybe the lingering smell of bleach where I had cleaned out the bucket before hatching my dastardly plan had deterred them. We would wait.
But every time we passed through the garage today, we had to check again.
Finally, on my last trip through I decided to go closer to inspect the bucket. Were those...could they be?? Were there sunflower seed shells on the cover? Impossible! But no, there they were, scattered about like little bits of victory confetti. I peeked through the hole and sure enough, there were seed shells inside, too. And just in case there was any doubt about who left them there, our little rodent friends left us a message that we couldn't possibly misunderstand:
Yes. That's poop alright.
I have seen rats jump, and squirrels, too, and they are impressive. But this blew my mind. Somehow, the little buggers managed to jump back up from the bottom of the bucket and out the hole in the top. Repeatedly. I honestly wish we had a motion-activated camera so that I could see how the hell they did this!
Seriously. A mouse is LITTLE, and this bucket is pretty tall. We might have magical flying mice.
Yes, I know that they're laughing at me. Crazy lady thought she could trap us in a plain ol' bucket! What a loon! And although they could not break into the big red cooler to raid the rest of the seed, they made sure they let me know how they felt about that cooler, too:
Subtle.
See how it is? They have gotten so bold, so brazen as to mock me in my own garage. You know what this mean, of course. It is ON, mice. You and your poop are moving out. I may not be able to kill you (due to previous agreements pinky-promised to the small humans) but you will be moving far away to the wilds of the country where the cats and owls prowl free.
Just as soon as I get the kids all well and make it to the hardware store for some real fancy mouse-catchin' traps and bait and set all the traps in key locations in the garage....
Ok, you're right. This might take a while. No wild parties, though, and ABSOLUTELY NO breaking and entering. Trespassers will be killed in whatever messy and nasty way works best, pinky-promise or not. You have been warned.
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