I have found where the mice are coming in to my house... At least, I think I did... But I need Aaron to help me confirm...
I walked in to my kitchen last night to get a snack, when I spotted something on my counter... Of course I screamed like someone was killing me! You would have too! Don't deny it! I watched it run super-fast across the counter, across the stove, and behind the stove... I think they are crawling up the cord? Who knows...
Of course, my over-reaction/freakout over a mouse just got Noni all excited! She had to go sniff EVERYWHERE! to find what I was screaming about... At least now, I can say "Noni, where's that mouse" and she'll start looking for it, thus keeping it (and any others) in it's little hidey hole for a while longer...
I may send cotton balls with peppermint on them behind the stove, but that may drive them further into my house to avoid the smell (especially if they are already IN my house when I bomb it with peppermint)... On second thought, that might not be a good idea right now...
I have plans (when Aaron comes home, of course) to move the stove, see what's what, clean the area, and stop up any holes that we can with steel wool... Then I'll peppermint the heck out of the area... Maybe this will prompt us moving the fridge and/or dishwasher to see what's what there too...
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The steel wool thing works!
At the family cottage, when mice would get caught they would get boated over to a tiny unoccupied island next to ours. (its really tiny, like 3 or 4 trees on it).
Now we call it mouse Island. There must be hundreds there. We just couldnt stand to kill them. (although I am sure it could be argued that it was far more unkind to take them on a terrifying boat ride and leave them stranded on a new island).
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