Say Hello to My Little Friend

There are more mice than I thought. There are more mice than it's possible to understand. I just saw a dead one in the bathroom, caught by a trap, as the super said it would be though I didn't think they ever went in the bathroom.

They go everywhere, it now seems.

But they mostly live in my stove, and I saw one run down through the space of a gas burner the other day. I put a new trap up by the stove and added new peanut butter -- I thought my super had forgotten to put some on, in his inept way. Au contraire. When I saw the new peanut butter lying beside the trap, I realized with a creeping horror that the mice are now removing the peanut butter without getting snapped by the trap (two were killed that way).

I took that dab of peanut butter and put it back on the trap, smooshing it down so it couldn't be easily taken off. They got it off anyway! Yesterday I put a new dab on right near the snapping mechanism. "Take that, you fucking cunts," I said, my concern for them gone. This morning, the new dab had been neatly removed. They are winning this battle. Mice are outsmarting me.

Plus peanut butter is not cheap, and this is the good health food kind.