Mouses in the houses - help!!!!

[turienzo's lovechild]

get a cat.......also aren't ferrets shit hot killing machines aswell?

 

[The Fifth Column]

I stayed up half the night a few months back to catch a mouse in our bedroom. I'd laid a sticky trap with a bit of peanut butter inside to tempt it in, but it just wasn't working. It was driving us NUTS, could hear it scratching around at night but as soon as we turned the light on it was gone. The missus was going FRANTIC about it and would go and sleep downstairs when she heard it scratching around. I wasn't as bothered as her, but the situation was clearly unacceptable.

So I set the sticky trap by the skirting board next to where we could see it had gnawed at the wood next to one of the bedside tables. One night, I sat perfectly still in the middle of the bed with the light on low, and like a Ninja, I waited....and waited. Must have been 45 minutes at least.

Eventually out of the corner of my eye, I saw the little bugger creep out from under the bed and make its way to its favourite gnawing spot. Tantilisingly close to the sticky trap, but totally disinterested in it. However, it was right next to the bedside table, which has a jewellary box on it - if I could carefully and silently lean over, I thought I might be able to push the jewellary box over the edge of the bedside table to land smack on the mouse. So I moved a fraction at a time towards the bedside table, and started sliding the jewellary box millimitre by millimitre towards the edge, right above the mouse.

Suddenly the mouse got spooked, realised its peril, and darted - STRAIGHT into my sticky trap. HUZZAH. Boy, it was going absolutely spacko in there. I picked up the trap, ran downstairs and thought about jumping on it. But that made me a bit squeamish. So instead I went outside, put the trap under the rear wheel of my car, started her up and reversed over it.

Job done. Trap and squished mouse binned. And I was treated like a HERO for the rest of the week.
Bit of a palava though.

Top mousage there fella! I had a similar problem several years ago when we lived in a flat in Hangleton, could hear the little blighter and kept finding its droppings in the bedroom. Did the same as you and adopted the silent Ninja approach but that failed so I ended up dismantling the whole bedroom (and I mean dismantling!!) as I knew the bastard was in there and eventually cornered it in the only thing left in the bedroom which was a small 3 drawer side cabinet. Took the first 2 drawers out and it scuttled into the last remaining drawer with my pants! I emptied the drawer and ended up beating the shit out of it with a big sturdy broom. Not sure the downstairs neighbour was very impressed at 4AM!

 

[glasfryn]

Our cat is a right hard bastard. He ponces around thinking he owns the place. He's always giving me the evils as well with that "one day I'm going to kill you and feed on your festering carcass" look in his eyes. But if a mouse or rat gets within a mile of our place he's onto them.

I'v got six like that.
Kizzy who has now passed away at 21 years of age used to pile the mice up it was like a scene from ZULU her best count was 6 in a day.
can you not borrow someones cat for a few days?

 

[Ⓩ-Ⓐ-Ⓜ-Ⓞ-Ⓡ-Ⓐ]

We got Bobby from a rehoming place... Within a week he'd caught 3 of the little feckers.

 

[Biscuit]

I stayed up half the night a few months back to catch a mouse in our bedroom. I'd laid a sticky trap with a bit of peanut butter inside to tempt it in, but it just wasn't working. It was driving us NUTS, could hear it scratching around at night but as soon as we turned the light on it was gone. The missus was going FRANTIC about it and would go and sleep downstairs when she heard it scratching around. I wasn't as bothered as her, but the situation was clearly unacceptable.

So I set the sticky trap by the skirting board next to where we could see it had gnawed at the wood next to one of the bedside tables. One night, I sat perfectly still in the middle of the bed with the light on low, and like a Ninja, I waited....and waited. Must have been 45 minutes at least.

Eventually out of the corner of my eye, I saw the little bugger creep out from under the bed and make its way to its favourite gnawing spot. Tantilisingly close to the sticky trap, but totally disinterested in it. However, it was right next to the bedside table, which has a jewellary box on it - if I could carefully and silently lean over, I thought I might be able to push the jewellary box over the edge of the bedside table to land smack on the mouse. So I moved a fraction at a time towards the bedside table, and started sliding the jewellary box millimitre by millimitre towards the edge, right above the mouse.

Suddenly the mouse got spooked, realised its peril, and darted - STRAIGHT into my sticky trap. HUZZAH. Boy, it was going absolutely spacko in there. I picked up the trap, ran downstairs and thought about jumping on it. But that made me a bit squeamish. So instead I went outside, put the trap under the rear wheel of my car, started her up and reversed over it.

Job done. Trap and squished mouse binned. And I was treated like a HERO for the rest of the week.
Bit of a palava though.

top work Mr 10.

 

[perseus]

We appear to have mice in our house. Wife wants to put down traps, I'm not so keen.

Is there a nicer alternative?

The best alternative to poison (works) is a Snake!

 

[Tricky Dicky]

Charge it rent.

 

[Easy 10]

Top mousage there fella! I had a similar problem several years ago when we lived in a flat in Hangleton, could hear the little blighter and kept finding its droppings in the bedroom. Did the same as you and adopted the silent Ninja approach but that failed so I ended up dismantling the whole bedroom (and I mean dismantling!!) as I knew the bastard was in there and eventually cornered it in the only thing left in the bedroom which was a small 3 drawer side cabinet. Took the first 2 drawers out and it scuttled into the last remaining drawer with my pants! I emptied the drawer and ended up beating the shit out of it with a big sturdy broom. Not sure the downstairs neighbour was very impressed at 4AM!

Crikey, you did well there then. They are RIDICULOUSLY fast arn't they, I don't think I'd have been quick enough to batter it with a broom in a month of Sundays, the visitor in my room was liked greased lightning.

Good work.

 

[justin72]

We tried every single 'humane' mouse trap under the sun to catch our mouse without success. The little blighter could even empty the pre-baited see-saw type ones without triggering some of them - I couldn't even set them without triggering them?

We then decided to try the covered 'non-humane' type so if we did catch it we could just pop it in the bin without having too see it. Weeks past without success with numerous types of bait being tried such as shop bought bait, peanut butter, chocolate spread and Nutella - he obviously had a very fussy palate?

Anyway, after another sleepless night listening to him scratching out of desperation I went and purchased the old fashioned 'pull back and snap' type traps and baited it with cheese just like something from a 'Tom and Jerry' cartoon. From the start I had read and been told that this wouldn't work and it was a myth that mice like cheese but I was desperate by now!

Anyway, bingo! After the first night of trying we had one dead mouse the next morning!

I did feel sorry for him, but enough was enough and he had to go and I can still see his ghostly black eyes staring up at me from the trap, which had quite clearly snapped his little neck instantly!

 

[Mackenzie]

Put a box in the draw of the cupboard in the corner of your cellar.....that's where he'll end up!

*this method works especially well if you live in a wood.

 

[Tom Hark Preston Park]

Humane traps are fine, but you need to drive them miles away or they'll come back.

I know this mighty sound like crazy talk but maybe it wasn't the same mice?

Unless of course they were homing mice and you had a mouse-flap fitted.

 

[TheBlueAndWhiteStrips]

get a cat.......also aren't ferrets shit hot killing machines aswell?

 

[Hillian1]

Put one of those old trap things down once in a cupboard upstairs without a carpet bottom, just boards.
middle of the night the trap went off and for about 20 minutes all you could hear was the mouse trying to get out, proper nasty it was and put me off doing it again.

I now have 2 cats that will kill anything.

 

[Peever]

I stayed up half the night a few months back to catch a mouse in our bedroom. I'd laid a sticky trap with a bit of peanut butter inside to tempt it in, but it just wasn't working. It was driving us NUTS, could hear it scratching around at night but as soon as we turned the light on it was gone. The missus was going FRANTIC about it and would go and sleep downstairs when she heard it scratching around. I wasn't as bothered as her, but the situation was clearly unacceptable.

So I set the sticky trap by the skirting board next to where we could see it had gnawed at the wood next to one of the bedside tables. One night, I sat perfectly still in the middle of the bed with the light on low, and like a Ninja, I waited....and waited. Must have been 45 minutes at least.

Eventually out of the corner of my eye, I saw the little bugger creep out from under the bed and make its way to its favourite gnawing spot. Tantilisingly close to the sticky trap, but totally disinterested in it. However, it was right next to the bedside table, which has a jewellary box on it - if I could carefully and silently lean over, I thought I might be able to push the jewellary box over the edge of the bedside table to land smack on the mouse. So I moved a fraction at a time towards the bedside table, and started sliding the jewellary box millimitre by millimitre towards the edge, right above the mouse.

Suddenly the mouse got spooked, realised its peril, and darted - STRAIGHT into my sticky trap. HUZZAH. Boy, it was going absolutely spacko in there. I picked up the trap, ran downstairs and thought about jumping on it. But that made me a bit squeamish. So instead I went outside, put the trap under the rear wheel of my car, started her up and reversed over it.

Job done. Trap and squished mouse binned. And I was treated like a HERO for the rest of the week.
Bit of a palava though.

I was on the edge of my seat! And the car scene at the end! BRILLIANT faucking BRILLIANT!

 

[Gus Poyet's inner FLAIR]

A few years ago we heard the scratching of a mouse coming from the cupboard under the stairs. I made an extremely half-arsed effort to find it, to no avail.
One night the Mrs actually saw it and demanded I take action. So I had another look to see if I could find anything.
It was then that I discovered that the little git had gotten into the larder. It had nibbled every biscuit in my secret stash. There was not a single Penguin or Club that had not been gnawed. As my gaze fell upon the decimated Tunnock’s caramel wafers, I decided that he was going to have to be dealt with.
I knew the bugger was back in the under-stairs cupboard. After liaising with the wife we thought that the best and most humane plan of action would be to base the capture on the way one would catch a spider. You know when you put a glass over the arachnid and then slide a piece of paper underneath? Hey presto you have caught him and can release him outside.
All we had to do was supersize the procedure for the mouse. So instead of a glass we found a bucket and a really sturdy piece of card.
We build a wall out of books, DVD’s and CD’s around the cupboard door to prevent escape. The plan was that I would start removing the hoover and other stuff from under the stairs, no doubt startling the little fella in the process. He would then run for his life only to be met with an impenetrable barrier of books DVD’s and CD’s. As he stopped to contemplate his fate my beautiful assistant would simply pop the bucket over him. Leaving me to slide the sturdy piece of card under the bucket and upend the lot. I could then stroll down to the field the other side of the river and release him. Leaving him to run wild and free, or get eaten by an owl or something.
Needless to say it didn’t quite workout like that. I did manage to scare him from his hiding place, but we had not reckoned on the mouse being able to scale the six inch high multi-entertainment barrier with ease.
He made short work of his escape and my good lady screamed and dropped the bucket. This startled both myself and the rodent. He however ended up more than startled. As the wife turned to find him she took as step back...
He never made it to the field. I can still picture his small squashed body wrapped in bog-roll as I chucked him over the wall and into the lane.

Most importantly try to locate any holes were they can get in to the house and seal them up properly. You really don’t want to have to go through all of that again.

 

[Giraffe]

Thanks for all the advice. Son is allergic to cats so that's not a good bet. Our dogs aren't interested sadly!