Mouse Mansion!
A few months ago I scored a fish tank for next to nothing. The glass was badly scratched so it wasn’t much use as an aquarium, but has proved perfect for furry little rodents.
And so, after a few small Trademe purchases, a visit to various DIY shops, some kiwi ingenuity, and about a day’s leasurely work… I present to you ‘The Mouse Mansion’!
(It’s for the kids, of course
18 babies in the palm of my hand
Zipporah is pregnant
My boys are getting pet mice for Christmas. I reckon every boy should have a mouse at least once in his lifetime. When I was young I had a few, and then progressed to rats. It’s amazing how one can get attached to an animal so small (ask Paisley Jade what happened when one of my pet rats ‘got put to sleep’ sometime).
But I digress.
Attaining baby mice isn’t as easy as you would think. So my plan was to buy a girl mouse, buy a boy mouse, play some mood music (‘Love is in the air’ comes to mind.) and viola… on Christmas day, the boys can pick from about 10 ready-to-be-weaned cute and fluffy baby mice.
Meet Zipporah. A long haired, white and brown spotted mouse. She’s grown on me, and I’m fairly sure I’m the only 34 year old in Northland who has a pet mouse in my bedroom.
She is extremily pregnant, and is the fattest mouse I’ve ever seen! Delivery day is tomorrow.
So, post a comment with your guess as to how many babies she will have, and if you guess right, you can have one for free
Rats… we’ve got mice.
I took a sheet of Jibb off the kitchen wall the other day in search of an elusive smell (but that’s another story, which you can read here). Curious as to whether we only had one resident rodent or more, I set a trap. Morning came, there was no dead mouse, nor was there any peanut butter left on the trap.
Rats… we’ve got mice.
Although I love the furry little creatures, I do not appreciate the thought of them in our kitchen going on midnight pantry raids. I have a cat, Barney is his name. He stays inside most nights. You’d think he would be a mouse deterrant. But no, he seems permanently attached to the sofa. So, reluctantly, I set the trap again last night in the kitchen wall (the MAM01 wouldn’t fit). This morning I was greeted by a very dead mouse.
I gave the poor thing a respectable farewell, then fed it to our eels.
The Revenge of the Rodents
Continuing with my recent mouse theme…
Over the last few days a horrible smell developed in our kitchen (no, it wasn’t my wife’s cooking). I have inherited a rather strong sence of smell from my dad, and so went to work trying to find the source.
Two days of frustration, and a sheet of jib off the kitchen wall later… and the mystery was no closer to being solved.
Disturbing clue: It seemed as though every time we used the oven, the smell would worsen.
I checked in the oven… nothing (told you it wasn’t my wife’s cooking).
I checked behind the oven… nothing.
I checked under the stove… nothing.
In desperation my trusty nose and I reconnoitered every inaginable nook and cranny off the oven… Bingo (or should I say Oh-no. I gag easy).
I disassembled the glass top of the stove (not an easy feat), and discovered one dead mouse… one dead rotten, smelly mouse who had either…
a. electrocuted itself
b. got stuck and starved to death
c. died of old age
d. or all of the above
I believe the correct answer is ‘d’, and I’ll tell you why. Seeking revenge on Burton for capturing (and therefore humiliating) it’s great-grandchild in the ‘mouser arrest’, and knowing it was nearing the end of its life, the mouse went on a hunger strike, became thin enough to crawl into the tiniest and hard-to-access places of the oven, wedged itself under the element wiring, and waited for someone to cook some pasta.
Rodent’s revenge.
Mouse arrested!
The Mouse Arrest: Mark 01
MacGyver Mice
I don’t know how people can be scared of them. They are cute and cuddly, not 8-legged and creepy. I was speaking at a camp earlier on in the year and was rudely interupted by one of my leaders freaking out because she saw a mouse. I thought ladies just did that in the movies.
Wild mice, while still cute, are an annoyance, especially when they are thriving in my shed. I set three traps last night and was quite excited (as were the boys) to see the carnage this morning. We were bitterly dissappointed. All the cheese was gone, and the traps hadn’t been set off. The wierd thing was that I had tied the cheese to the traps! The culprits must be MacGyver fans
I will not be defeated. Be assured that I will do research and will be building the mouse trap from nam. In the meantime, have a look at a mouse problem of Biblical proportions.








