I'm not afraid of mice; they are just disgusting. When I was a child I noticed that Daddy would set the mouse traps, as my mother didn't have the knack or strength to do it; Mother would empty them (throw the full ones in the trash) because Daddy was too tender-hearted—a perfect partnership. At my house, I get to do both offices.
So I emptied out the pans, etc., vacuumed and pulled out shelf paper. (Yes, I used a filter mask and rubber gloves. No sense in courting Hanta virus.) Next came a bath of the entire cupboard—chlorine bleach in water. A thorough drying was followed by a good spray of disinfectant.
I filled in the access hole with some silicone grout—I couldn't find the spackle, apparently used on some other project or shuffled under the mass of garage detritus. The grout, however, just filled the hole before the tube ran out, so I figure it was meant to be.
During the drying periods, I threw out everything I could of the cupboard contents and washed the rest in hot water with chlorine in the rinse and then ran everything possible through the dishwasher on the sanitize cycle. New shelf liner went in and then a very few salvaged items that I do use once in a blue moon. Last of all the above described rack and the pans and trays. Next I need to clean out the cupboard under the sink. No mice, but I've certainly accumulated a lot of things under there.
The word of the day for February 8, 2009 is "rodent" — Pronunciation: \'rō-dənt\
Function: noun
Etymology: ultimately from Latin rodent-, rodens, present participle of rodere to gnaw; akin to Latin radere to scrape, scratch, Sanskrit radati he gnaws
Date: 1835
1 : any of an order (Rodentia) of relatively small gnawing mammals (as a mouse, squirrel, or beaver) that have in both jaws a single pair of incisors with a chisel-shaped edge. 2 : a small mammal (as a rabbit or a shrew) other than a true rodent.
Our quotation is from Robert Burns (1759–1796), Scottish poet. repr. In Poetical Works, vol. 1, ed. William Scott Douglas (1891). “To a Mouse,” st. 7 (1786):
The best laid schemes o’ mice and men Gang aft agley;
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For promis’d joy!
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I do not like rodents eiher, there is something creepy about an animal with a bald tail. One of my cats caught one who had the misfortune of coming in our basement. The cat presented it nicely, did not take a sample of the thoroughly dead mouse.
ReplyDeleteI went through that last summer when mites got into all the dry goods in the cupboard. Nothing stays in boxes anymore and everything dry is either in a plastic bin or glass jar. I'm well aware of the frusteration of trying to get things back to normal. At least mine wasn't a mouse. I have 4 inside cats, yet somehow I don't believe they're mousers. They tend to be much too lazy for that. (Hugs)Indigo
ReplyDeleteHi Jan, Sorry I missed this entry on sunday. I have been rather unwell so not reading things as I should ..Glad that you got rid of all the mice droppings etc..I do hate these critters if they come in the house. I have been so lucky here fingers crossed that I havn't had any but Mary who had the huge cat has had mice nearly every year !! thankfully we have a good neighbour who comes and does the "deed" the cat looks on with no interest. (I think he brings them in myself !)
ReplyDeleteWeather here still cold but snow went Sunday and we got out for first time in a week.
I have a Dr. appointment for tomorrow..giving in at last as I am so tired I have hardly the energy to type this..
Keep well friend,
Love sybil xx