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I have been having a mouse problem for the past couple of weeks, and it wasn’t until this morning that I finally figured out where they were coming from. This shallow closet in my entry hall (it is nine inches deep!) isn’t good for much, so when I moved in I figured it would make a good food pantry since I have no upper cabinets in the kitchen nutch. Also being short on space used this closet for t-shirts and boxer briefs (sorry if that is TMI). The food up top, and the clean undergarments on the bottom.
I started seeing mice a couple of weeks back (only days after seeing this). Then last week, I opened my pantry/underwear closet to discover that the little guys had gotten into more than 20 packages of food (mostly rice and pasta) and basically I had to toss probably + worth in the trash. I cleared out the closet and bought mouse traps.
After loading the traps with cashew butter (yum!) and stuffing a hole in the wall under my sink where the gas pipe for the stove came in with steel wool nothing happened for several days and I and went about my business thinking the problem was dealt with.
Then I discovered that they were smart and could lick the cashew butter off of the traps and not get caught (this instinct must come from their ancestry). I kept the closet door closed thinking I had them trapped in the closet and tried new traps. Finally yesterday morning, I had success and caught the mouse… Or so I thought it was just one. Leary of just putting my food back into the cabinet, I set out some nibbles last night and sure enough, they were gone this morning. Even though I had thought I had explored the closet for points of entry, further investigation (re, using a mirror) revealed this lovely giant hole just inside the door jamb. I am glad to say that it is now stuffed with steel wool, I have set out more nibbles and if they are still there within a week I should be good to go. In the mean time my remaining food is boxes up and I have stacks of t-shirts and undies all over my apartment.
The joys of living in a 135 y/o space… I feel like I live in the wild kingdom, what next? A racoon?