We have mouses. We also have terriers. So, sometimes, we have dead mouses. I have seen two already -- one on the living room floor, next to a buttercup stem from outside, which makes me wonder if he was brought in from outside (he was still twitching a little). I woke up this morning to one on the kitchen floor. He was fully deceased. Massive trauma. I removed his little corpse and found smears of mouse blood on the linoleum below. A little Simple Green cleaned them up.
Just now, I saw a live mouse run across the kitchen floor, right next to my foot, then into the living room. He or she escaped via the little hole in the southwest corner of the house. It was a narrow escape, though.
And the terriers remain full of energy and ever-vigilant.
Now, if I and my family were squatting in the walls of an old building, and there were some huge, fiercesome creature stalking us and picking us off one by one, I would do everything in my power to relocate, wouldn't you?
The mouses will probably come around to that conclusion sooner or later. Mouses are smart. They can run mazes and everything.
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