One of the worst jobs in the entire world, I've discovered, is "mouse exterminating". Ironically, I collected mice as a little girl...who knew? Sticky traps are so far my weapon of choice, although removing them involves donning rubber gloves, a bandana around the mouth and nose (can you say, "hanta virus"?), and poking the trap with a long-handled tool that also doubles as a weed-picker in its other life. But it seems the mouse army is getting smarter - I have had several traps just up and disappear. I'm imagining a group of mice, all working together to push the thing under the wall or big shelf, or even down into the creek. Lately everyone has been helping out with a different job. Grace's job is "scream". Max's job is "catch mouse and toss it about before eating it" (he has 2 so far). Jamey and Jason have (with a little too much excitement, perhaps) taken to heading outside late at night with headlamps and a bb gun. They have also bagged 2 beady-eyed vermin. Sadie the kitten (our latest addition - still too small to be outside all the time, and not-yet-spayed) is a "hunter-in-training". She has the killer instinct, but because of the hawks' nest in the sycamore tree out back, she is honing her skills on flies and moths that get inside the house.
I kind of like it that the big event on my weekly planner is "visit hardware store, browse rodent removal section and ask advice of older clerks". Keeps me from being 'uppity'. And if it's not the mice in the garage, it's the birds trying to eat our plums and grapes.....always something out here in the neighborhood!