I think I may have solved two mysteries at once.
A clue?
It’s small, got round ears and no longer scurries above my ceiling…
Also, it doesn’t pay rent.
Any suggestion on Disney-sanctionned ways of ridding one’s home of uninvited critters? that doesn’t involve camping out in the middle of the leaving room day and night, flashlight and hammer in hand?
Hey Dave … looks like you finally found my little birthday surprise I smuggled into your room. This mouse is trained to scare away ugly girls and mix killer Gin & Tonics!!!
Happy Birthday Man!!!
Drinks are on me when you get to Torino 🙂
You better take good care of your roommate. Feed him well and watch him grow.
He may get stuck between the ceiling of your house and your neighbours 😉
You can buy an animal friendly trap for about 10$.
Put in some bait.
Catch mouse.
Release mouse in the woods or some other place quite far from your house.
Peter
You’re too kind. Then again, I’ve officially given up on alcohol as of today and as for girls, ugly or not, I do the scaring job pretty well by myself. You’re on for drinks, though I also owe you one when you get to Paris. Let’s see who makes it first.
Ajay
We went for a more traditional, faster and more efficient method. But thanks for the suggestion.
Daily Dog
This has been considered. Unfortunately: 1) French people seem very unconcerned with the well-being of small urban rodents and humane ways to ward them off one’s apartment. 2) woods are dearly lacking in Paris downtown. 3) neighbourhood residents may not look too kindly on my releasing undomesticated mice on their doorsteps.
In the end, our cohabitation was not gonna work. I am generally not that fussy with my roommates, but I like it better when they don’t gnaw on my food or use my floors as personal toilet.
I picked the only mouse trap they had at the hardware store next-door and, despite being none too thrilled at the prospect of having to finish a mouse glued to a piece of cardboard (the dying-of-the-mouse part, I could live with, it’s mostly the killing-of-the-mouse part I mind. Yea I’m a hypocrite, but at least I’m upfront about it).
In conclusion, let me tell you that, much worse than having to drown a half-living mouse because you still aren’t gonna leave it to die of starvation on its trap as the directions recommends, is having to do so, when half drunk out of your mind, half hangover, on the day following your birthday. Good times indeed.
ooppss.. Happy birthday honey!!
Purchase or borrow a cat, it will deal with the killing of the mouse more swiftly than if it was glued to a piece of cardboard, then you just have to play undertaker.