I’ve loved every second since we moved to “the country” last year. Caring for our livestock (What? Chickens are livestock), starting the garden, walking our woods, harvesting apples, mowing with the boy, feeding hand-split wood into our stove on a snowy day… it’s all been grand.
Of course, that’s me talking. If you ask the Wife, she’d likely point to a few gripes. Today’s post highlights one of those, just so you don’t think everything is Norman frickin’ Rockwell all the time over here.
We’ve had mice. Not an enormous infestation by any stretch, but in the last year we’ve caught several and have “detected” a couple others that have obviously gone to that great big cheese wheel in the sky.
After asking the neighbors what’s up, they chuckle, shrug, and say it’s part of the life and we better get used to a little scratching in the walls each year when the temperature drops. Of course that doesn’t make Joanna feel any better.
So out of love for my woman, and no desire to co-exist with Minnie long term, I cashed out bookoo bucks for an exterminator service to take a walk around and put us on a pest control program. I then fixed some small issues like door weather stripping and set out a few commercial traps. For months we thought our furry little friends had moved on to greener pastures.
Then a few nights ago, we heard it again.
Jo was not pleased. I was not pleased.
This. Meant. War.
I decided $#!t needed to get real. Only the heaviest duty, homemade, redneck looking mouse trap would do. (Yes, I admit it, with darkness falling at 4:30 PM and the ground covered with snow, I’m sometimes looking for projects.) Take this, Mousey!
Our primary problem area is an outside water closet that houses the furnace, water softener, hot water heater, etc. I’m betting it’s too easy for them to come in where the well pipes enter from underground and I’m not sure how to seal it off, so I wanted something that could catch multiple critters at once if needed. The beauty of this setup is it can keep on keeping on without needing to be reset after one little guy loses his battle with Mr. Snappy while his buds scurry away.
Plus it was free since we had all the materials needed, thanks in part to a perma-stocked mini fridge. Want a Midwestern Mouse Terminator of your own? Read on.