07-24-2007, 12:12 PM
When we lived in Cinci, we rented an old house that was on the edge of a wooded area. Every year or so, we would start to see mice - usually just gray flashes out of the corner of our eyes when we entered a room.
One night, I set out 4 traps in the kitchen - baited with peanut butter. We got ready for bed and the light had been out for about 2 minutes when we heard, "Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!" So I would have to get up and reset the traps. This went on for three or four nights. After awhile, we didn't see any mice. I guess the "smart" ones didn't get caught.
One time we used D-Con. Besides the cruelty of having mice die slow painful deaths from internal bleeding, there was another problem. They would die in the walls where we could not get to them, and it would stink for a week or two. So, we stuck with the traps. Thankfully, we haven't had that problem in our house here in Boston...
When I worked at Dominick's Food Store in Chicago many years ago, they used to put those sticky trays in the stock room. The poor mice would get caught on those - sometimes chewing their feet off to get away. Yuck.
Sorry - I'm no help, but I just wanted to tell that story.
One night, I set out 4 traps in the kitchen - baited with peanut butter. We got ready for bed and the light had been out for about 2 minutes when we heard, "Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!" So I would have to get up and reset the traps. This went on for three or four nights. After awhile, we didn't see any mice. I guess the "smart" ones didn't get caught.
One time we used D-Con. Besides the cruelty of having mice die slow painful deaths from internal bleeding, there was another problem. They would die in the walls where we could not get to them, and it would stink for a week or two. So, we stuck with the traps. Thankfully, we haven't had that problem in our house here in Boston...
When I worked at Dominick's Food Store in Chicago many years ago, they used to put those sticky trays in the stock room. The poor mice would get caught on those - sometimes chewing their feet off to get away. Yuck.
Sorry - I'm no help, but I just wanted to tell that story.