We tried mousetraps, and caught a bunch that way, but I would have to go downstairs first, just to clear out the dead critters.

Then one got slammed on the head, and didn’t die, he just wobbled around gotesquely. I wasn’t there, he greeted my wife as she came out of the shower. She screamed, threw the towel over it, and quickly dressed and got out of there. She called me at work, and I came home at lunch time, and found the poor creature still under the towel. I took him outside and dispatched him quickly. I was NOT digging the trap strategy.

Soon after, a beautiful stray Tortie showed up, and decided to prove her worth by clearing out ALL the mice. She’d patrol the yard all day, looking for them, and would even beg to go out on the backyard at night to hunt. From the moment she appeared, we never saw another mouse.

Nothing beats an enthusiastic mouser.