Originally Posted by menumaker
Such is country living MC. It has to be done although do I detect a note of regret/sadness at the little mouse just living her life? Anyone who has lived in the country has had to deal with it. I came face to face with a rat once,( hate rats..I thought) I was as scared as she was as she turned and ran to hide but not before making eye contact with me first. I felt a real 'heel' when I put the poison down but put it down I did although I found no pleasure in it.
Oh I hold no brief for mice or rats. We used to have then in the house we lived in when I was little. It was built in 1805 and was in the middle of a row of adjoining houses which had a communal loft with no dividing walls. Mum would be plaiting my hair in the morning and we'd hear the mice scuttling about in the rafters and running from one end of the loft to the other. We never got them in the main part of the house though. We had a demon mouser cat in those days. At night he was on duty in the cellar and every morning there would be 3 or 4 corpses laid out neatly for inspection at the top of the cellar steps.
The rats at the stables are huge as they have a massive amount of food around. They are really cheeky and when I'm up there at night on my own making up the following days feeds and haynets I often have two or three rats sitting patiently round me waiting for accidental spillage of pony nuts! They aren't in the least frightened and ignore shouting and stone throwing and laugh when you throw a bucket at them.
I'm fighting a two-pronged attack. Poison and "Little Nipper" mouse traps - the spring type, dirt cheap and the ones that get the best reviews on-line. They are relatively humane as they break the mouse's neck, so quick and efficient.
I'm sorry, mice, you'll get no No-Kill traps from me. I can't see the point of catching them and taking them into the country and releasing them so they can colonise someone else's kitchen