Deer Mice,

Mice are becoming a problem here in 333. I understand they are cold, hungry and displaced due to the perma-construction going on, but if I were squatting in someone's home, I'd at least clean up after myself. I can't believe how much poop we gather on a daily basis from the refugee mice living in our walls. It's disgusting.
And so, for sanitary purposes, we set traps in our food cupboards. Robyn gets the most suprises. Three pretty strangled mice in three consecutive days. And that's a record, because in all the other locations they seem to be smarter.
It's a bit humiliating, being outwitted by a mouse. But the word is that these are not ordinary mice. All indications point to the potential that they are deer mice. And so now, we are not only concerned by their intelligence, but by their unique abilities to carry strange diseases that are fatal to humans.
But we won't be beat. Poison was our next resort, which we strategically layed beyond the traps. What's interesting is that the mice, in their eagerness to poison themselves would actually step on the trap, thus sparing themselves from the slow and aggrevating process of blood thinning for a more quick and easy eye bulging experience. And so, we think we are winning the battle.
And yet, we aren't quite so sure. The poison continues to disappear (good thing) but the mouse poop continues to appear (bad thing). I'm hoping they are storing our offering for some special occasion, wherin word will spread to the surrounding mice communities within our home that there is a feast prepared of blue pebbles- a gift from the humans. At this point, they will sit and eat and die.