I came stumbling downstairs the other morning, still half asleep. The kitchen was dark, lit only by a nightlight. I started the kettle for tea, then took off my glasses and turned on the water in the sink to splash my face.
UP popped a distressed (and wet) mouse.
Bleary-eyed, I switched the running water to the other sink (we have a double sink) and continued to splash my face.
UP popped another distressed (and wet) mouse.
I went into the bathroom to finish splashing my face. Then I picked up a large plastic cup and scooped both mice - they were only half-grown - and put them outside.
Yesterday morning I came downstairs and found that Don had left a cup with some pills he's taking on the counter.
Evidently a mouse got curious during the night because the cup was tipped over, and one of the pills had been taken out and chewed on:
Great. Now we'll have healthy mice. I think it's time to revert back to traps, since the poison doesn't seem to be working.
Meanwhile, this is my usual habit at night just before going to bed: put out my tea things with the tea already in the mug, so all I have to do is pour boiling water. Why do I cover my mug like this? Because many years ago when I got up in the morning and poured boiling water into my mug, a shrieking mouse jumped out. Old habits die hard.
Meanwhile some neighbors got a new kitten. They have the right idea. Unfortunately our dog Major is a cat-killer, so a cat is out of the question for the time being.