A couple of weeks ago, Mackinaw was going crazy in the kitchen sniffing at the door to the garage. She was whining and wagging her tail and sniffing away. M opened the door to the garage and saw a little mouse scurry away. "Honey, we have a mouse problem" he said. He must want to warm up from the cold outside.
Somehow, we forgot about it for a week -- until Mackinaw started the sniffing madness again.
M went out and bought two mouse traps and baited them with peanut butter. Two hours later, he went out to the garage and proudly said, "we've got it."
But, the minute he said that, he saw another one scurry away. Hmmm. It wasn't a mouse problem, it was a mice problem. So, he put on rubber gloves and disposed of the first corpse and re-baited the trap. We knew that if he saw another, there were more hiding somewhere.
The next morning, another mouse trapped.
This has been going on for days now. We've caught seven mice so far. Seven! Now you are asking yourselves -- what do they have in their garage that the mice want?
Birdseed. It's not just for the birds.