The trouble with winter … is not snow.
The trouble with winter in the country… is not snowy unplowed roads.
The trouble with winter in the county in an old house… is not frosty, drafty, arctic air.
The trouble with winter in the country in an old house that’s not quite finished…
is mice.
The other trouble is that we were lulled into thinking we had successfully insulated, caulked, and boarded up all holes when we redid the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, the bedroom, and the mudroom.
The other trouble is, we aren’t finished; so there are other parts of the cottage that are not successfully insulated, caulked and boarded up so the worthless little critters can still get in. (Mice can get in a hole that is the size of a pencil eraser!)
Trouble lurks behind this green door.
(This green door illustrates the most famous post on Apple Hill Cottage’s blog. About 50 (!) people per day read this post about making a shiny brass door handle look like oil rubbed bronze. It amazes me that there is so much interest in getting rid of shiny brass.) But back to the troubles at hand: behind this green door with the lovely oil-rubbed bronze handle is the basement of the cottage.
We have a split level basement. Behind the green door go down five steps and turn to the left and there’s a door to the outside. There’s also a closet where King Henry the Cat has his litter box. The laundry is down there too as well as built-in shelves, which are filled to the max with the sundries of living in an unfinished house: screws, nails, paints, paintbrushes, stains, tarps, caulking tubes, electric supplies…. Turn to the right and go down six more steps and there’s the rest of the basement — the furnace, the hot water heater, the toilet, sink, and shower (!) and beyond that Mr. H.C.’s workshop. In addition to all that stuff, Mr. H.C. keeps a lot of his business inventory down there. It’s a basement’s basement, and there are quite a lot of holes to the outside that have not been insulated, caulked, or boarded up. And frankly, it is WAY down on the list of things to redo around here.
We tried to close the green door last night before we went to bed. About three o’clock King Henry woke us Mr. H.C. because he needed to get down there to his litter box fast. So there really isn’t the option of closing the green door. There is, however, the option of locking the cat down there with the mice…
(Spoiler alert: If you are a mouse lover, read no further…)
As far as we know, our lovable but worthless cat has caught one mouse. It was dead in his mouth when he brought it to us, but lately I’ve been living in fear that he will jump on the bed at night with a live mouse in his mouth. Mr. H.C. also found a trap with nothing but one mouse leg in it, so the cat could have eaten the mouse out of the trap too. We aren’t sure about that; we haven’t seen any 3-legged mice around lately, but if it gives the cat a taste for mice, I’m all for it.
Mr. H.C. reminds me that Henry caught a mouse this summer too. Yes, he did; but that doesn’t count because he caught it outside. I’m fine with well-behaved mice who stay outside where they belong.
It’s terrible to have mice in one’s kitchen. Suddenly nothing is certain and I can’t be sure if a mouse did or didn’t scurry over a pan. In the warming drawer of my OVEN I found mouse droppings! Ugh. Now I have to wash every pan before I use it. I’ve lived with mice before. It’s not a surprise. I just thought I was done with them when we finished our beautiful kitchen.
The last straw was a few days ago when I opened the oven door and found a stash of cat food in the corner of the oven. CAN I SHOUT HERE?
Yes, we are feeding the cat expensive Rachael Ray Zero Grain Chicken and Potato cat food, and the mice are stealing the expensive Rachael Ray Zero Grain Chicken and Potato cat food, and hoarding it in the corner of the oven. Isn’t there something wrong with this picture?
And just so you know, last week when we were in Home Depot the mouse traps were SOLD OUT! So we must not be the only ones with this problem…
And just so you know, I am blessed that Mr. H.C. takes care of all the mouse trap issues…
And just so you know, the oven is now sparkling clean, the green door is now closed at night, and the mouse troubles are staying downstairs. For Now….
So the cat can continue with his daily routines.
I so enjoyed and felt your pain… I remember well a “gracious old Victorian” (that’s what the ad said) that had plenty of entry points for creatures, and the sound of those field mice scratching in the walls. I used to say that all the plagues of Egypt were descending on that house. Bon courage!
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HaHaHa. Gracious Old Victorian… Charming Country Cottage… = plagues of Egypt. Thanks for making me laugh.
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do you remember finding the nest in mom’s tablecloth drawer? check your linens
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I don’t remember that at all. You must have found it! :-) I did just get out a tablecloth, but now I’ll have to empty the drawers! Thanks a lot!
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Ok. Just emptied the drawers and I’m happy to report there are No Nests. Not even any signs… Thank goodness.
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I used to have a cat who brought his captives in! You know, to play with… Good luck with the mice.
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I’m pretty sure everyone who has an inside-outside cat has this problem. Henry was holding his outside mouse at the sliding glass door, so we could see not to let him inside… :-)
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I’ve been getting a lot of people looking at my deadly rat trap post. Sounds like Maggie may be a better mouser than King Henry. Maggie has been circling the yard recently but I have not checked or rebaited my trap line. Your missing mouse may have been cannibalism. 🤢
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We always thought we would get a dog when we moved here, but Henry showed up first, and he wouldn’t tolerate a dog. And he is the King, after all. :-)
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