Mouse in the house

I am scared of mice. And I have learnt a few things about them since last week. Screaming doesn’t do any good. It only scares the mouse and makes it run faster.

Punctured foodstuff packets. A random clinking sound from the unwashed dishes in the sink. Little black flecks at the base of the garbage bin. These are all the unfortunate signs of a mouse habitation and currently the misfortune has fallen upon us. 

I cannot enter my own kitchen without stealing furtive glances at dark corners. I cannot sleep peacefully at night. I cannot have books and clothes strewn on the floor. As I relax in the living room, I catch myself wondering whether there is something nesting behind the TV table or climbing the curtains just beyond my peripheral vision or in my kitchen, feasting on a cornflake. That's the thing, you see. Getting rodents out of your house is one thing, but it's not easy to shift them from your head.

The creature has a strong digestive system to handle all flavors of poison baits we offer. Cheese balls, flour biscuits and bread crumbs is the variety we used in vain.Glue boards and spring loaded mouse traps are next in line. I have no clue if these are going to work either.

I can bear Mickey Mouse or Jerry the Mouse or Stuart Little but not the vermin in my house. Mice can be adorable in literature but house mice are definitely not nice.