Lunchtime conversation Monday consisted of New York war stories. My coworkers and I were comparing notes.
'Five,' said one fellow. 'They were doing construction on the building behind me.'
'Six, for me', a Lower East Side resident said. 'Six mice in two weeks. That was the worst.'
We were comparing glue traps with humane traps and the good old traditional house cat. There's even sonar available that emits frequencies that keep mice away. (I have been very lucky. Zero for me, but I did have a run-in with a gigantic water bug that gave me a heart attack).
One of my coworkers was experiencing nightly visitations from furry friends. After the lights went off, the scratching sounds began.
Lots of advice was thrown around. I suggested using a towel that has been slept on by a cat. Someone else suggested moving the stove and fridge and plugging up all crevices, no matter how tiny.
And once you catch the mouse? What do you do with it?
I will spare you the gory details.
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