... which is the Czech word for MICE.
I've caught FIVE of 'em in the last month. Four in the house, one on the patio. Rather much irritating, but also kinda funny.
First incident, I was in the kitchen pantry, saw a blur back in the corner, then it was peeping at me from behind a tray on the floor. I carefully closed the door, went to find a trap. Thought it was in the utility room, was rummaging through a box when the critter ran under my feet behind the dryer. It had run out of the pantry, through the kitchen, and around the corner into the utility. I had to laugh. Found the trap in the garage, took the third baiting for success.
A week or so later, noticed a piece of gift-wrap tissue paper sticking out under one of the closet doors in the bedroom. Took a look, obviously another critter at work. Set the trap in there, nothing. Next day or so, saw it running out of the pantry to the utility again. Set the trap by the washer, took three baitings. This time I heard the trap snap in the wee-morn hrs. Looked the next day, it was flipped over with little mousie feet sticking out from beneath. Had another chuckle.
Third one, again in utility.
Next, one that got away. I ran into it on the patio one night, snooping around the trash can, peeping at me from behind. I set a trap out there, it ran off, but not before trying to climb up the brick wall. Little bastard.
Fourth one, I was in the guest bathroom, saw it run past in the guest bedroom. Set the trap in the hall back there, took FOUR times baiting to get it. This one was crafty. Tried peanut butter first, no action for two days, then it was licked clean. Tried it again, smeared *under* the clip instead of on top. Again licked clean, within TWO hrs of setting it while I was changing some light bulbs outside. Peanut butter doesn't work, not enough grip to trigger the catch. Tried bit of chewy granola bar. Gone in THIRTY MINS, still no catch. So now I was pissed ... and quite amused. Next, a bit of smoked pork chop. Within 10 mins, I was in the bathroom, heard it snap. Goner.
Fifth one, was the trap I had left on the patio behind the trash can, set but the bait gone. Came home late in the night, noticed the trap was gone. WTH??? Looked around, saw it in the grass just off the concrete, upside down with a mouse beneath. Caught across the belly. Apparently it had run across the trap, got snared and crawled off carrying the trap. Still gasping slightly. Was kinda gruesome. I left it there, was expired by morning.
Hazard of living outside town surrounded by grassy fields, I suppose. But to be sure, this is the first time I've run into mice here since moving in Jan 2005. Perhaps a cat or six is in order.
I've caught FIVE of 'em in the last month. Four in the house, one on the patio. Rather much irritating, but also kinda funny.
First incident, I was in the kitchen pantry, saw a blur back in the corner, then it was peeping at me from behind a tray on the floor. I carefully closed the door, went to find a trap. Thought it was in the utility room, was rummaging through a box when the critter ran under my feet behind the dryer. It had run out of the pantry, through the kitchen, and around the corner into the utility. I had to laugh. Found the trap in the garage, took the third baiting for success.
A week or so later, noticed a piece of gift-wrap tissue paper sticking out under one of the closet doors in the bedroom. Took a look, obviously another critter at work. Set the trap in there, nothing. Next day or so, saw it running out of the pantry to the utility again. Set the trap by the washer, took three baitings. This time I heard the trap snap in the wee-morn hrs. Looked the next day, it was flipped over with little mousie feet sticking out from beneath. Had another chuckle.
Third one, again in utility.
Next, one that got away. I ran into it on the patio one night, snooping around the trash can, peeping at me from behind. I set a trap out there, it ran off, but not before trying to climb up the brick wall. Little bastard.
Fourth one, I was in the guest bathroom, saw it run past in the guest bedroom. Set the trap in the hall back there, took FOUR times baiting to get it. This one was crafty. Tried peanut butter first, no action for two days, then it was licked clean. Tried it again, smeared *under* the clip instead of on top. Again licked clean, within TWO hrs of setting it while I was changing some light bulbs outside. Peanut butter doesn't work, not enough grip to trigger the catch. Tried bit of chewy granola bar. Gone in THIRTY MINS, still no catch. So now I was pissed ... and quite amused. Next, a bit of smoked pork chop. Within 10 mins, I was in the bathroom, heard it snap. Goner.
Fifth one, was the trap I had left on the patio behind the trash can, set but the bait gone. Came home late in the night, noticed the trap was gone. WTH??? Looked around, saw it in the grass just off the concrete, upside down with a mouse beneath. Caught across the belly. Apparently it had run across the trap, got snared and crawled off carrying the trap. Still gasping slightly. Was kinda gruesome. I left it there, was expired by morning.
Hazard of living outside town surrounded by grassy fields, I suppose. But to be sure, this is the first time I've run into mice here since moving in Jan 2005. Perhaps a cat or six is in order.
