A little busy here at the Corbett household. We had another mouse invader.
You may remember our last escapade with a furry little creature. That time, it took a few days to figure out the little bugger’s entry point (under the kitchen sink along the water pipe hole), get and set traps, and then finally snap its furry neck.
I might add that during the above process, our dog couldn’t have cared less.
But, now we’ve got another member of our family. One that made this time around a bit different.
We’ve got a cat. Well, actually she’s a five month old kitten but I digress.
A cat who for an entire afternoon sat at attention, her nose pressed up against various kitchen cupboards, baseboards, and mainly at the spot where the dishwasher meets the kitchen sink.
I watched her for a few hours, then FINALLY had my “Ahhh hah!” moment. I recalled the last visitor’s entry point, then, with grumbling trepidation pushed the cat aside and opened the kitchen sink cupboard. To my great irritation, there lay a sprinkling of “treats”.
(BTW…Treats=stupid mouse poop)
My first thought? Our cat rocks!
My second thought? Ugh!
With a grimace, I calmly closed the cupboard, made popcorn for the kids (much to their surprise), and sat them in front of a Disney movie.
Once the twins were lost in their unexpected treat and fairytale land I got a trap, slathered it with peanut butter, quickly opened the cupboard, and set it inside. Then I proceeded to clear out the kitchen.
It should be noted that I decided not to mention our vermin problem to the kids, because I didn’t want them to announce it to everyone they met. (More on this in a minute)
However, they are smarter than I give them credit because after the movie they wandered into the kitchen, took one glance at all the kitchen stuff now piled on the counters and kitchen table, and asked, “Is the mouse back again?”
Yeah, they’re five. I should have guessed they would notice the utter chaos 🙂
Long story long…hubby and I set more traps and after a day of waiting, and a lot of meowing and scratching at the cupboards by the cat, the mouse is now RIP in our outside garbage can.
So, here’s where I need some advice.
We have neighbors.
We call them “The Disgustingtons”.
Why do we do this?
Because leaning up against our shared fenceline they have piles of garbage bags awaiting a trip to the dump, a decaying deer head, and a MATTRESS among other things. We know this because all their junk has pulled down parts of the fence, and unfortunately allowed us full viewing access.
(Side note here and further proof as to my desire to keep the mouse a secret…my kids call the deer head “The Dead Thing” and love to show it off to all who visit)
We are fairly certain that is the source of our little furry invaders, especially since I run a pretty tight ship when it comes to cleaning, and since their entry point into our house (through the vent directly under the kitchen sink) is less than ten feet from the fenceline.
We’ve sealed off everything and handled where the mouse chewed through the cupboard’s subfloor, but…
So, here’s where I ask for advice…
How do I nicely explain this situation to The Disgustingtons and their need to rectify it? Any specific words or phrases you recommend?