What is it with women and mice? Sure, there must be females somewhere without fear of the critters, bit I haven’t met any. My mother spent her entire life in terror of field mice, and she passed on the senseless dread to her daughters. And all the ladies in my wife’s family, including her, quiver in fright at the merest hint of the tiny rodents.
Still, the anxieties of my female relatives seem piddling compared to the phobia of our new next door neighbor — the recent purchaser of Hernando and Lucrecia’s residence. Karen would sooner abandon her home than suffer even the occasional intrusion of a single mouse. In fact, the morning her son told her he’d spotted one teensy white specimen in their garage, she adamantly refused to leave the house, through any exit. Instead of going to school, her two kids spent their day barricaded in an upstairs bedroom with their mother until the exterminator finally arrived. That was last week.
In an effort to protect herself against any further incursions, Karen decided to install glue board traps throughout her garage. Just to be safe, she placed twelve of them, even though the exterminator had suggested four. She purchased the sturdiest devices she could find: traps designed to catch wild rats, mice, and even snakes. The 5” x 10” plastic boards came equipped with sticky contact glue sprinkled with irresistible peanut butter flavored attractants. According to the exterminator, nothing that brushed up against them would ever get free.
I didn’t know about Karen’s booby-trapped garage until this morning, when one of her glue boards claimed its first victim. Not a mouse, exactly; nor a rat, snake, or any other wildlife representative. Instead, the trespasser snared on one of Karen’s irresistible glue traps was a “Prometheus”; my Prometheus, to be precise. I’d let him out for a mid-morning bathroom break, and he’d vanished from sight while chasing a rabbit. Only after ten minutes yelling his name, while fruitlessly wandering through backyards and adjoining woods, did I finally locate him. As I passed Karen’s open garage, he hobbled out, with one of those instant contact glue boards tacked firmly to his side.
You can bet I’ve asked Karen to keep her garage door closed from now on. After I explained why, she assured me she would. She also gave me a helpful FYI. Although the glue bonds powerfully and near permanently, it dissolves in vegetable oil. So, if a pet should fall prey to the trap, an owner can safely extricate the animal without having to yank out large swaths of fur … like I did this morning.