One mouse to eat the poison. One mouse to die then. One mouse to smell behind the wall… and in the kitchen gag them.
Nate bought the new Fellowship of the Ring DVD, so I’m all in dramatic fantasy mode… I’ve also had a few too many cups of Bailey’s, and now that I think of it, this may be my first snuckered blog post…
Last time the mouse was dead behind the refrigerator. Nate and I have already moved said refrigerator, and not found the damn thing. It smells. Hopefully we’ll find the carcas before the party next week, otherwise, we’ll be investing in some kind of incense… I just hope it’s strong enough.
At least your mice DIE. Mine are in the ceiling tiles of the finished part of the basement. They don’t come NEAR traps, bait, anything. If my house smelled like putrid mouse carcass I would THROW A PARTY.