A few nights ago I was sitting in my living room, when I heard noises coming from the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and the noises stopped, and once I walked back into the living room and sat down the noises would start again. I was in the middle of smoking a joint, so naturally I thought I was hearing shit. The back and forth game continued until I stood still for about 10 minutes outside of the kitchen waiting for whatever was making the noise to appear. Voila, a mouse decided to bunker up in the floorboard of my cupboards.
At first, I was like, "It's one mouse, I'll let it live and play." But the following night I walked into my kitchen and noticed a lighter toned one doing the run from the bottom of the dishwasher to a crack in the floorboard. And then a bigger one (assuming an adult, maybe mother) following along. At this point, I was like, "Oh hell nah, I'm gonna get you little fucks."
Since then it's been an adventure trying to catch these rodents. I tried to catch them alive, but it didn't work. I bought and set some traps yesterday, but they set all of them off last night without getting caught. And they ate all the fucking peanut butter on them, too. Well, this morning, I reset the traps and finally caught one. Hearing the cries from a little mouse was a bit bothersome, but I didn't have any other choice, did I?
One down, two more (that I know of) to go.