Today the Rat-Mice Patrol (exterminators) returned because the last visit didn’t produce results and Mr. Mouse the Sixth is still making his home in our kitchen. During the last visit only one of the four-man team came and he spent about twenty minutes putting bundles of steel mesh into different places to block off entry/exit points, and he then put out several glue traps.
In case you haven’t read my other posts about Mr. Mouse you can see them here,
It seems Mr. Mouse found the glue traps to be highly amusing. I came into the kitchen a few days later to check the different traps and found one of them just flipped onto it’s side thus allowing access to the space that lies below the sink which the trap had been blocking. Mr. Mouse’s dexterity and skill with the glue traps confirmed that we needed another visit.
Today, the leader of the team arrived with an assistant. They came in carrying their boxes of equipment and a large roll of steel mesh. Our student assistant was also present to translate if necessary and help out in general. After looking around the kitchen a bit the leader asked through our student assistant if Julianne and I would clear our kitchen counter and window sill of the different items we normally keep there. We did this and he then jumped up onto the counter and opened the kitchen window . . . meanwhile I did a Spock-eyebrow raise and wondered why the hell he was up there when the windows and window frame have NO HOLES.
The team leader’s assistant then picks up the roll of steel mesh and I ask our student assistant to find out why on earth they think they need to put mesh over the outside of our windows . . . this gets translated and suddenly the leader hops back down onto the floor–that little gem of an idea apparently discarded.
While no explanation was given for abandoning the window plan I suspect it has to do with the ‘look like you’ve done something’ philosophy of problem solving that I’ve run into while living and teaching overseas in Asia. This is why I always watch and ask questions when anything is being done to fix something or address a problem in my apartment because the few times I haven’t been present the ‘solutions’ have been ridiculous–and even when I AM present they can be ridiculous!
Back to the story . . . the leader, (or should I use ‘boss’ as I’m in China? Lol), then begins looking through our lower cupboards and discovers the plastic bowl Mr. Mouse had nested in. I tell our student assistant to mention the picture I had taken of Mr. Mouse running into the corner under the cupboards, and that I think there might be some other entrance/exit that was missed during the last visit. That, or Mr. Mouse was trapped inside the kitchen and has been uable to get out since the bundles of steel mesh had been shoved into different places around the kitchen that were possible exits.
The leader listens to this and then breaks out the apples and poison, and he begins to mix up a batch of poisoned apple bait to place around the kitchen to kill Mr. Mouse the Sixth. I watch him place the bait around the kitchen and once that’s done they leave saying they’ll be back in three days to check the kitchen and pick up any dead mice they find . . .
R.I.P. Mr. Mouse the Sixth (and friends?).