Hopefully, it is just one . . .

I've got a mouse in the house . . . I figured this was the case the way the dogs were sniffing around the baseboards, and I found where the mouse had eaten into the bag of wild bird seed (and neatly consumed some sunflower seeds). I really, really don't want to put out glue traps, but I also know that having mice (a mouse?) in your house is a bad thing. When I had a problem in the garage (not only mice, but a rat), I put out poison, and the problem was solved. Ok, it was solved once I found where the rat had gone behind a wall to die. Shortly thereafter, Hanna caught a mouse in the house (Elmo was his name) that I ended up re-habbing and releasing in a field, but that is a story for another day. (I still look longingly at the mice at Petco).

There is an empty lot behind the house, so we get the occasional mouse around here. For awhile there was a gal living downstairs who came to talk to me as the landlady because she was concerned that the mouse she had seen could give her dog the Bubonic Plague. I explained to her that it was a 21st Century Orange County field mouse she had seen, not a 14th Century European sewer rat, and I thought it was unlikely that the mouse was a carrier.

Anyways, I need to find a way to get rid of this mouse before I name him.