Have you all seen the movie Ratatouille?
Lucky for me, I didn’t hear anything. Because the darn thing ate the peanut butter without setting off the trap!
We did catch two the next night, however. And oh yes I heard it–lovely.
We continued to place the traps out every night. And every morning we would find empty traps with no peanut butter left. It was getting ridiculous.
And if we thought it couldn’t get even more bizarre. The Hunk found a mouse on the counter top one morning, desperately trying to get my measuring spoons. We called him little chef from then on. For about 2 or 3 nights we would hear the chinking of him (or her?) trying to get the measuring spoons during the night.
Mouse count so far: 4 (including the little chef)
This morning the traps were empty but the peanut butter was still there.
Hopefully we caught them all. They were living in the attic and at night when it was quiet you could hear them scratching around up there. C.R.E.E.P.Y.