In terms of home ownership, the only good mouse is a dead mouse. Unless, of course, the olfactory evidence informs you of the deceased, but you can’t locate the corresponding corpse. There are various outcomes connected with this unfortunate demise:
The odor tends to encourage one to relocate to a different part of the house. That’s not necessarily so bad if the size of one’s abode can accommodate such changes. If, on the other hand, you live in an apartment, or a house full of other people, say, three or four children, that’s not quite so easy.
And/or we try to cover up the smell with other smells. I would also tend to opt for opening the windows for that fresh air aroma, but this also is not so convenient in December or January. So, instead, I get a mixture of holiday cinnamon with dead rodent, which will likely not do so well on the market next Christmas.
We also might avoid having Continue reading “The mouse in the house”