Arthur and I have been having problems with mice. Arthur calls them meeses – I think this is an old wordplay/joke of his.
They seem to be entering the house via the boathouse garage door – it’s not well sealed at the bottom where it fits over the boat trolley railing. Then they must come up the stairs and get into the kitchen. They ate half a bag of split peas I was storing in a drawer, and several corners of several of Arthur’s infinite stash of chocolate bars. They also got into the chocolate chips and under the stove, where they ate some cardboard in the drawer down there where the frying pans are stored.
Arthur has been putting out traps baited with peanut butter. We’ve caught at least 7 mice in the last 2 weeks.
