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My daughter had a mouse condo... three stories high, multiple rooms, with a nursery...

you need a nursery with mice... I think she had ninety mice at one point. And then...

The conglomerate tipped over. It was known as the great escape.

Tell me that was in a outdoor shed or something, not inside!! The horror of ninety mice running around the house!
They definately made a plan for that escape!


Nursery food option here might be blue oats, if I ever get to ninenty mice! Or even thinking about the nursery for the mice..

I am so horrified by the thought of this that I was barely able to engage the "laughing emoji" on your post!!

I'm fortunate to have only had suspicion/proof a mouse's presence once. I agonized over which type of traps to buy. I didn't really want to have to face a tiny little body smashed into a wooden plank by its neck. But I was also too traumatized by catching it live and letting it go, only so it could continue to cause its rodent ruckus.

I dutifully settled on plain old-fashioned traps, baited them with peanut butter (not because I consider cheese to be the equivalent of solid gold like @Tazzo , but because I reasoned that peanut butter took effort, coaxing the victim to stay in place rather than pulling a snatch'n'go.)

I even tied the traps to the cupboard doors with string, having read too many horror stories of mice running off with traps, hiding in some place not meant for humans to find, then causing a stench that could never be fully removed after passing on to that great mouse maze in the sky.

I even recruited a friend to come over and dispose of the trap whenever the furry little perp was caught.

But wouldn't you know it!

I totally underestimated that mouse, as I found the trap COMPLETELY LICKED CLEAN of peanut butter -- but with NOT SO MUCH as even a slight snap of the trap. It was otherwise totally intact. ARGH!!!

Since this was under the sink and there was some space around the pipe and the floorboard, I promptly sealed up any such spaces with duct tape, in both the kitchen and the bathroom.

I never saw evidence of a mouse again, but seeing as the one I was battling wits with was so darn clever, I'm kind of glad I never actually met it face to face.

Even seeing a horde of the little vermin sealed in glass cages at the pet store makes my skin crawl.

In one of my "basic" behavioral psychology classes, we each were assigned a white lab rat with red eyes and a body that was about 2/3 the length of my forearm, with a long pink tail that hung off my wrist.

I was MORTIFIED the first day of class. The instructor was like, "Ok, go get your rat," and I FROZE.

I called the little guy Squeak because I must have squeezed him a little too hard out of sheer anxiety, and the poor little thing let out a few squeaks to save his life.

After that, I brought in a pair of rubber gloves -- I was the only student to do so; yes, I'm a big chicken -- but at least I found it bearable.

And must have loosened up my grip, as I never heard Squeak squeak again in my presence.

Yes, they were kept in what my daughter always referred to as the basement, though in actual fact it was the garage. It was attached to the house, but there was a door to the back yard as well, and many may have made their way in that direction... though, truth be told, they probably mostly made a nice little meal or a snack for some other wild critter. You would not believe the size of the rats here! Ugh. Any ways, and @seoulsearch also, I have quite a few mouse stories if you would like to hear them. I have told some of them before I am sure though it has been years... Seoul, you may need your rubber gloves for some of these haha though it is quite late right now, so I shall tell them later...

I was thinking the mice would have rummaged around the house and hide to every nook possible, what a nightmare it would have been. I would not have slept in that house untill all the mice would have been evicted!

You have rats too roaming around the house too? outside I mean.. Gladly I have only seen a rat in a town area, not in here in a countryside.

Oh, yes please! I love a good stories!

Yes, rats everywhere, outside that is, though you do not see them that often, depending on where you are... and certainly they get run over on the roads LOL can't help but laugh at that as tragic as it is for them. My daughter recently moved, but in that house with all the mouse, the back yard had shrubbery and trees in the back corner, and as SOON as the dogs were let out of the house, especially the one dog, she is part Terrier, she would literally tear to that back corner... the cats were always trying to get outside also, and they loved nothing more than to catch a rat. One of their cats once gutted a rat on the den floor, laying out all the organs/pieces in a row He had caught the rat outside and brought it indoors to show it off It was a gift for them! Another time I was at their house waiting to hear from my daughter to go pick her up from work, when I saw the same cat on the lower stairs' landing where the direction turned, very busy playing with something. I thought it was the toy carrot at first. Ha such a strange concept, toy carrot, yes? LOL. Anyways I did a double take, because whatever that cat had was not the right colour for a carrot. Right size, but colour? Nope. He was gutting a rat on the stairs. Another time many years ago as I was walking down the hallway to my apartment, a very small mouse was running ahead of me. I had never seen a mouse in my hallway before, but there it was, trying to get away from me. It ran into my door well, as though it might slip under my door if that was possible, and I thought to myself, oh, no, little mouse, you do NOT want to go in there, I had a cat who would have been on that mouse so fast! Even now my cat would love a mouse I am sure, but I have only ever had one mouse in my apartment. That other mouse went into the stair well and not under my door, thank goodness.

The mouse in my apartment... gosh, well, first of all I have lived where I am for 34 years this summer, and when I first moved in I needed furniture, such as a nice chesterfield, so I went to the Sally Anne, where they had a really nice couch... of course I look under the cushions, and the sales guy sees what I see, mouse turds. But he says, no, there is no mouse. So I buy this chesterfield, quite lovely it was too, off white with a large but very sparse floral pattern, rounded back, rolled arms, nice and long (I was lucky it fit in the elevator!) and very comfortable. Many years I had that couch until I replaced it due to cat damage. Over the first few years I did see signs elsewhere in my apartment of a mouse, such as the droppings on a cupboard shelf... the shelf was white, so they were easily spotted, but I never saw the mouse itself... until one day about three years later. Do mice live that long? I looked it up just now, the answer is most likely it was not the same mouse, but still... one day about three years later I was listening to some music, and went to adjust the volume, when my gaze shifted ever so slightly from the volume knob to espy a mouse sitting right there on the upper shelf of my desk where my stereo equipment was... just sitting there, with its back to me, not moving. Well, I started doing a little dance, frantic perhaps, you may know the one? A mouse, a mouse, there is a mouse in my house dance. But I had to get over the shock and panic and DO something so I went and got a mug... that mouse did not move... I got a mug and placed it over the mouse on my desk shelf... and the next time a guy was in my aparment, I had him dispose of it. I think it may have been a case of the mouse coming out to die, and like you I was grateful it had not died out of sight, perhaps tightly tucked out of reach in the couch creating a rotting death stink.

One more story for now and then I must be off back to bed... I had pet raccoons when I was younger. My dad had brought home four babies and we kept two for four years. I was their main care giver. At some point, I bought a little white mouse from the near-by pet store. I thought I would introduce my pets to each other. Well, the one raccoon was very interested but quite respectful of my admonition not to touch... but not so the other one. She saw that mouse in the well of my hand and within a flash she had grabbed it and run into their cage with it. I pulled her out by her chain thinking I could rescue my mouse. What can I say? I was a stupid ten year old city kid. Oy. By the time I had pulled the raccoon far enough out, I could see only the tail end of my mouse hanging from her mouth. She had already skinned it. I released my grip on her chain. You can have it, haha. I went and bought another one. I think they were fifty nine cetns each in those days. I did not introduce that one to my pet. I kept it in my bedroom, and my sister (we shared a bed) said she would wake up with the mouse crawling over her face. LOL

There is no way I would have been in that class holding a RAT! Mouse I can do (domesticated), if I have to.. My grip would have been so loose the rat would have dropped to the floor, propably without touching my hands at all. Was that class an option to choose or was it mandatory to all? Or you specifically studied psychology?
The Mouse and the Motorcycle (1986) was one of my favourite movies when I was a kid. We even caught a mouse once with my friend, but released it pretty soon after. Crazy kids we were.

I think easiest mouse trap would be electric one, instantly they are gone, and disposing the evidence is said to be easy without looking at it.. It just costs too much.

You know what's funny...

I think Nutella is supposed to be a combination of chocolate and hazelnut?

I love chocolate. I like some hazelnut things, like coffee. But for some reason, I've never liked Nutella.

It's like the flavors together are too weak, or dilute each other so much that I can't taste either one, and the mutant flavor they've mashed together just isn't my thing!

What do you like to put Nutella on?

I guess I need to degrade their menu options, if that is the outcome. Or then put baby mice for sale sign up..

My cheddar will never be option for them, my gold, my precious gold!




Thanks! It is easier when you got the great sense of humour too!

I also tried wensleydale cheese. But it had apricot, amaretto and white chocolate in it. It was a very busy cheese. So although I have tried that kind of cheese, I still don't know what that kind of cheese tastes like.