So yesterday, I decided I was going to do a little bit of kitchen clean up, I opened up the cabinet where I keep the excess of my dry goods, and was greeted by a small cascade of rice. Strange. Upon closer inspection I found that the bag in which the rice had lived, had been dutifully chewed into non-existence. Oh joy of joys.
Assuming that the mouse got in through the gap around the pipe for the sink drain, I grabbed some steel wool, and a can of expandable foam, and got down to fill the gap.... and proceeded to scream like a little girl. Apparently the little guy had decided to lie in wait, until I was under the sink before springing forth squeaking and running for his fuzzy life. I'm not afraid of chipmunks, I've kept hamsters for pets, I find NYC subway rats entertaining, but a little tan mouse under my sink? TERRIFYING.
Slamming the cabinets shut, I presented Will with a frying pan, and insisted that since I was cleaning up after the rodent, I was leaving the vanquishing duties to him. After much back and forth (he loves animals and really hated the idea of killing the little guy), we found the cupboard empty. I filled the hole, and put out one trap out by where I thought the entry point was. Hopefully, the mouse moved on to fuller cupboards and won't be making another appearance in our apartment, or in the mouse trap.
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