I went shopping for cleaning supplies at Walmart today, and while I was there, I stocked up on pest-killing stuff. When I looked at my cart, one would think I lived in a barn with a dirt floor. I had six cans of spray for the wasps, two packages of glue traps for the mice, and one can of stuff that's supposed to kill spiders and scorpions.
I've been finding scorpions here and there, but they've all been dead, which means the red cans of 'Bengal Gold' work very well. I've also found some dead beetles and wasps inside the house, which I attribute to the Bengal Gold spray as well. I have no idea how these flying and crawling things are getting into the house, but all they need is the teeniest smidge of an opening, which I guess an over-one-hundred-year-old house is going to have.
This morning, there was another mouse on one of the glue traps in the utility closet. That closet is enclosed with louvered doors, and as soon as Sweet Pea comes out of 'his' room in the morning, if there's a mouse caught on one of those traps, he stops by those doors and he won't move a whisker. When that happens, I have to put him back into the TV room before I open up those louvered doors.... I do not want to have to bring Sweet Pea to the vet and explain how my cat got his four paws caught on glue traps. It took a lot of cringing and apologizing (to the mouse) while I got that glue trap out of there and into a plastic trash bag. Outside to the trash can it went, poor thing, with me apologizing every three seconds. ("I'm sorry... so sorry... really sorry...")
Bad mouse-karma, for sure. I'm glad we're not going to DisneyWorld anytime soon... I wouldn't be able to face Mickey and Minnie this week.
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