Bad mice!

[fluffymark]

*grrrrrrrrrrr* Naughty mice attacked the pretty easter gift I’d bought for cassielalone. Is all ruined. *sob* Mice obviously have a taste for pretty yummy things. My room is full of chocolate and they want to nibble on THAT one, despite them having to nibble through plastic to get to it? Am very annoyed and angry. *grrrrrrrrrr*

On the bright side, it’s a good excuse to go out and buy more pretties. La la laaaaaaaaaaa *secretivesmile*

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[elettaria.livejournal.com]

aha, you're up. come on msn and chat?

baaaaad mice. Friend of mine was once complaining to her landlord about mice in her flat who were eating crisps. The landlord said, "Are you sure they weren't eaten by your flatmates?" She said, "Why would they have chewed their way through the packet first?"

[fluffymark]

Oops. Must have just missed you, and decided it was bedtime before I got your reply. *sigh*

Pity, as I'd just got back from seeing The Merchant of Venice and wanted to discuss it with you. Later, perhaps? You're correct about the nipples, anyway. :) *smallsmile*

Am stressed about the mice, but they didn't appear to attack anything last night so maybe I'm safe now for a while. *fingerscrossed*

[elettaria.livejournal.com]

I await the Merchant discussion with due excitement.

[ewtikins.livejournal.com]

Mice LOVE chocolate.

Getting a cat - or even borrowing one for a day or two - is probably your best recourse. That, or finding where the mice are getting in (they can come through pretty small holes!) and plugging the holes with wire mesh and plaster.

[fluffymark]

Cat would be very nice. I want a cat. Not sure we're allowed one in the rental conditions, but I'd love a cat.

Blocking all mouse-entrances would be impossible - it's an old house and full of holes, the mice seem to climb around the house inside the walls, no dobt through the attic, and theres a sizable unpluggable gap around our front door. Not to mention millions of other mouse-way-ins. Won't work.

There are mouse-traps in most rooms, including next to my chocolate pile, and I've been getting skillied in mouse-disposal. Also have ultrasonic and electromagnetic mouse-repellers all over the place. They don't want to go away. :(

[fluffymormegil.livejournal.com]

Read your tenancy agreement!

[ewtikins.livejournal.com]

Find out about the rental conditions. You may be able to 'borrow' a cat for a few days (if you can find anyone who will loan you one) without any landlord-type people finding out (unless they also live there). Failing that you could send an old sweater to someone who has a cat, put it wherever the cat normally sleeps and get it nice and cat-smelling, and then leave that near where the mice seem to be making the most mess (ie where there is lots of mouseshit).

Only stupid mice end up in traps, and I'm not convinced by the ultrasonic things. You can get a mouse equivalet of fly-paper but it seems extremely cruel; I never had the guts to try it.

When I lived in Islington I had mice - similar story, holes everywhere. I gave up on trying to block them after finding that the mice were almost definitely coming in under the kitchen sink and I wouldn't be able to move the sink unit enough to block the holes effectively. Tried poison (feel bad about this but it didn't work anyway) and three different types of trap, to no avail. I didn't manage to catch a single mouse. Mostly they came in when it rained, but I was only there in summertime - if I'd been there in winter, I'm sure they would have moved inside permanently.

Keeping all food in metal tins, the refrigerator, or mouse-proof cupboards will help reduce damage. The only time the mice got any of my food was when I was silly and left a piece of chocolate cake out, covered by a teatowel (it was late, and I was tired). They did try to get at a similar cake when it was underneath a heavy overturned pan, but only succeeded in ruining my favourite tablecloth with their efforts.

If I weren't afraid of them I wouldn't have minded so much. The only cupboard they got into was the one where I stored the landlord's horrid dishes, which I didn't use anyway. But they are noisy and I'm terrified of them.

[fluffymormegil.livejournal.com]

Dude. Traps. And ream out the landlord until they fix whatever's letting the little furry bastards into the building.
And have a *hug*.

[fluffymark]

Already have traps, and they've trapped lots of mice, but still more get through. Our landlord's office is on the ground floor beneath our flat, so is presumably just as mouse-ridden, if not more so.