Damn. He's back. Around Halloween 2004, about a month after I moved out here to NY, my husband was sitting on his brand new recliner and I was sitting on our brand new couch...we were watching something on TV. All of a sudden he leaps from his chair and sits on all fours - the chair now rocking rather wildly from his suddent movements. I am wondering what the heck has gotten into him. He says, in a not-so-calm manner "ummmm...I just saw a rat". Okay, so my pulse is racing, I'm trying to think of how the heck we're going to get it out of the house without killing it, all the while making sure my feet are nowhere near the ground.
This just a day before he has to do to the field...couldn't have been more perfect timing (HA). So I leave all of the lights on at night - he gets some DeCon the next morning and we set it out, just waiting and hoping that the little guy (or, God forbid, guys) will take the bait and never come back. Yeah, right. I hear him scurrying in the walls for a good 4-5 days and then I hear nothing. Well, the bait was untouched, so I figure he just left because he couldn't find any food.
Well, yesterday, when I was putting away my dishes, I opened the silverware drawer to discover what could only be mouse droppings. GROSS! I'd set another box of DeCon on the counter about a week before when I saw a few small blackish things on my stovetop - thought it might be mouse droppings, but, I've never seen mouse droppings before, so how could I be sure? So upon this new discovery, I emptied the silverware drawer, bleached the tray and the silverware that was in it (whew...it was only two knives - all of the dishes were done the night before), and proceeded to put DeCon in the drawer.
This morning, the very first thing I did when I got out of bed was open up the silverare drawer. OMG. De-Con is completely gone. So right now there is a seriously drugged up mouse running between my walls somewhere. Ew. I put some more in the drawer right away and have not been able to keep myself from opening the drawer every 30 minutes or so throughout the day.
On Saturday, I'll be going home for a few weeks to visit my family (my sister is getting married in May and we'll likely to a bunch of wedding plannish things), and the last thing I want is for my husband to come home to find that mice have invaded our home. Tomorrow, once I get the living room all squared away, I'm calling the pest control peeps in the hopes that they'll be able to figure out where they're coming from and how to keep them out!
I keep the kitchen light on at night so that he'll be confined at least to the kitchen until I can get someone in here to get rid of him and his potential mousy family. Ugh.