So this week, we managed to get closer to nature. That sounds lovely, doesn’t it? Only problem was that the reality of it wasn’t so lovely. It turned out that nature had come to nest in our loft in the form of a large mouse!
The arrival of the mouse caused no apparent behavioural changes in Charlie. He was as content with sharing a house with the mouse as he is when snoozing or when, surprisingly, the fireworks are going off on bonfire night. Nothing much disturbs his peaceful existence (apart from a sight of the neighbour’s tabby).
In contrast, Socks’s behaviour was a lot less subtle. After a few days of her performing the cannonball manoeuvre on my stomach at 3am followed by a loud sound of scratching upstairs, I had become convinced there was definitely something in the loft. I told my boyfriend of Socks’s discovery and we agreed to put a trap down to remove the mouse.
As it happens, the definition of ‘putting a trap down’ varied wildly depending on whether you were speaking to me or him. He immediately opened the screwfix catalogue and found a traditional ‘trap and kill’ mousetrap. I, on the other hand, found a humane Mouse Trap, a humane mousetrap that would trap the mouse in a tube so that it could be released outside to continue its lovely life.
After much eye rolling from the other half, the humane Mouse Trap was delivered to our door. It seemed it was a good quality product and I couldn’t fault its design. They had even thought of putting the bait so far down the tube that the mouse wouldn’t get its tail trapped when the door swung shut. Very good attention to detail there, as little mousey will need said tail for its future outdoor life!
I smugly filled the trap with peanuts (who knew it wasn’t cheese?!) and then sent my boyfriend with it to the loft. I spent the day filled with self-satisfaction, knowing that whatever was up there, we would save its life! In the evening, my boyfriend went gingerly back up the ladder to check on the trap. He appeared, laughing his head off. “Peanuts are gone, trap is wide open”. I was outraged! That ungrateful mouse had rubbed my kindness in my face. The indignity!
I scoured the internet and found the fix. It seemed that the mouse visiting us wasn’t heavy enough to trigger the trapping mechanism. We taped two coins to the trigger to ensure it would trap our lightweight mouse. Then when we got home the next day…. SUCCESS!!!
Mr Mouse was caught. He was a rather large mouse and didn’t appear too unhappy being surrounded by peanuts. Unfortunately, it was in this moment that I realised that we couldn’t just simply set him free on our doorstep. He’d be back in the loft before we made it up the stairs no doubt! I researched what to do and it turns out that we needed to take him a mile away from the house.
So there we were, chauffeuring this mouse to a lovely field a mile away. When we arrived, I found some bushes he could use for shelter and once he had sprinted out of the tube, we left the remaining peanuts for him that we had used as bait. I thought this would get him by for a few days while he set up his new life. On the journey back, I’m sure my boyfriend was praying that there were no more mice in the house.
We have since cleaned out the tube and set it up to catch any other mice, but no other takers so far. Socks has also stopped jumping on me in the night so it seems unlikely there is anything else up there. Has your cat ever alerted you to anything? I would love to hear about it. If you’d like to share a story with me, please pop a comment in the box below!
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