No, not THAT House Of Mouse. I'm not going to talk about Disney. Quite the opposite. If you don't like rodent talk, you might want to come back tomorrow.
Recently we found out we have mice or as the hubby sweetly thought A mouse (coming from the farm, I knew there's no such thing as A mouse, mice like hanging with their buddies).
At first, we were in denial. Our house is not dirty. Being quite empty and usually devoid of life, it is easy to keep clean. The hubby also wanted to know what the mice were eating 'cause he sure wasn't getting fed (I'm thinking they were ordering takeout).
But we weren't in denial for too long. One night, we left a bag of beef jerky open and out. The next morning, half the bag was done. We found it strewn underneath the stove (guess the mice didn't know there was no cooking necessary with beef jerky). Yep, we had ourselves mice and not the regular type either, snacking on breads and crackers. Nope, we have carnivore mice, the deadliest of all the rodents.
We went through the icky process of getting rid of them. We set up the live traps (with jerky 'cause our mice don't like the suggested peanut butter, I'm thinking they have allergies). We checked them every day. We then had to take long road trips out to the country (because they kept coming back, same mice).
The biggest lesson was one I seem destined to repeat over and over again. A dollar of prevention would have prevented a whole lot of grief. If we had spent a hundred dollars or so and covered the house with those sonic pest control devices, we likely wouldn't have had this problem in the first place.