I seem to live along the Rodent Superhighway.
I set live traps for months and months and months-- all I got was mice doing the cha-cha in my roof. I have two cats, and my neighbor has more than a dozen that live in her yard. To absolutely no avail.
Now I set t-rex type traps. I won't do glue traps. If I am going to kill them, I can at least not kill them by dehydration.
I HATE doing it. I LIKE mice. I feel a very strong kinship with the jumpy little boogers. I dread checking traps, and grieve when I get one. I have been known to have mouse funerals.
But they don't get to poop in my pantry. Period. End of story.
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"Alas, our dried voices when we whisper together are quiet and meaningless, as wind in dry grass, or rats' feet over broken glass in our dry cellar." --TS Eliot, "The Hollow Men"