Readers will have read about Bob, the bobcat, otherwise known as “My Little Bobcat”, a welcome constant in my summer life at Pi. At dawn, he rests in the grass near Route One and warily peers over to me through the glass door as I make my coffee. In mid-afternoon, I peer back at him as he patiently prowls for gophers in the hot pasture.
Now I appear to have a new constant, yet I have yet to lay eyes on him. When I came up here in July, I found a few mouse droppings under the kitchen sink, cleaned up the area, and then saw nothing more for about a month. But the evidence is now overwhelming; “my little mouse” is back – and thriving.
So far, just cleaning up, removing edibles hasn’t done the job. I bought high-frequency emitters that are supposed to keep rodents at bay – no luck. Last night I tried just leaving the kitchen lights on as a deterrent; still the little droppings. I even have a cat! What self-respecting mouse would hang around in the middle of all this?
Last night I found myself dreaming about Gus and the other little mice in Cinderella. Perhaps acceptance is another strategy. Good grief, I don’t want to harm the little guy, I just want to gently scoop him up and encourage him to kindly move elsewhere. Suggestions?
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