It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on when he finds a hole chewed in the cat food bag that was being kept in the garage, and another hole in the wall behind a garage shelf. Previously, I had thought it was a mouse, or mice, but I saw it tonight. It ran across the rafters and behind the sheet rock when I entered the garage and Henson started sniffing around suspiciously.
I’ve set a few traps. They’re probably too small, but we’ll see what turns up in the morning. I tried to set the traps up so that some of the food was “safe” and not on the traps. That way, maybe they’ll think it’s all safe and go for it. If I come out in the morning and only the safe food is gone, I’ll know I’ve gotta step up my game a bit.
The truly surprising thing about this is that it gives Steph a serious case of the heebie-jeebies. I’ve never seen her react like this to any other animal. But given the stories she has to tell about rats and mice, she knows better than most how nasty they can be. Maybe I should be scared, but I’m not.
Has anyone here ever caught a mouse or rat in their house?