When we were camped by the Mississippi River, we picked up a stowaway, a little brown mouse. Mary Ann noticed him first, and I messed with the vents, attempting to locate the way he’d gotten in. A good hider, there were stretches with no sightings, so I was hopeful he was gone when we left. I saw him make a dash for the under-dash area as we drove to Oquawka .(I like that little town. It’d make a good location for a story.)<\/p>\n
But once we were home, and I set up in the RV as my office, I started seeing him again. Not good.<\/p>\n
Now, I have no ill will toward mice. They’re cute. My daughter even had a pet rat for a while. But mice are destructive. It’s their nature. It’s hard enough keeping this RV in good shape without sharp little teeth gnawing on wires or tubes.<\/p>\n
So, the mouse had to go. I made noises. That did little good, but I had to give him the choice.<\/p>\n
I bought mousetraps. Two different kinds. He seems to ignore them. I changed the bait. Still no action. Poisons work, I know, but I do not want a dead mouse rotting away in an inaccessible spot under the dash.<\/p>\n
I’ve started keeping my air-pistol at hand, just in case he presents himself.<\/p>\n
But for over a day now, there’s been no sign of him. Has he left? Is he just reading the ill feelings in the air and hiding?<\/p>\n
We’ll have to see. For now, the traps stay at ready.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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