I like mice. I dunno why.
Somehow, I find them über cute. I like how they are warm to the touch. I like how they skid on slippery floors while zipping through corners. I like how smart they are.
Everyone else in my family HATES them. My girlfriend completely hates them too.
They spoil clothes.
They nibble through important papers.
They bring the plague.
So early this morning, I walked bleary eyed into a family council of war. A mice had nibbled on one of mom`s favorite sarees and it was going to pay the price of its audacity. Plans were being made. The economy was going on a war footing. The best weapons would be purchased. No effort would be spared.
Now, there is a fundamental difference between the way we remove mice from the house. Everyone has a different way of doing it.
Last month, A’s room became mouse-infested, and she freaked out. She told everyone about it. She Googled for tips to remove them. She sprayed lemon and pepper essence until her roomie choked. None of it worked.
So out came the tactical nukes. Small, black bits of rat poison. You know what they look like – they’re squarish and kind of spongy, and have names like “Maxkill”, “Mortein” and “Finale”. They do really nasty stuff to mammalian blood. They’re potent weapons and should work – in theory anyway.
Unfortunately for A, it seems that only a severely dumb rat would eat something like that. HER rat never came near the stuff, preferring to feast on a pair of jeans and Engineering manuals instead. It fairly drove her up the wall. And the fact that she was mildly scared of it didn’t help that much.
Eventually, the rat went away on its own and life went back to normal.
By way of contrast, I caught OUR rat in a day.
My modus operandi was far simpler and far cheaper — all I needed was a breakfast cereal box and a fit pair of legs. Once the bugger had been located, it took me approximately ninety minutes to push him into a corner, cover him with the cereal box and deposit him in the Great Outdoors. No tantrums, no fuss, no nukes and no fur.
Somehow, I just can’t stomach using rat poison and all that junk. Why kill when you can simply remove them? It may have wasted ninety minutes of my time but hey, I saved a life and demonstrated the power of Gandhigiri, where violence fails.
So says this vegetarian. 🙂