My love affair with mice started when one ran across my living room and disappeared under the tele. 'That's a mouse or a really big spider' (I'd rather it was a mouse!). And so he disappeared but we saw evidence - warp speed movement of a small furry body - several times. One night I was working in the kitchen when he appeared from under the fridge and sat up looking at me. 'Hello' I said, 'are you hungry?'. 'Yes starving' he said. I happened myself to be eating some seeds so I put some down and shortly after he came out again, stuffed the seeds, said 'thanks very much' and went back under the fridge. 'He likes seeds' I shouted to my partner. 'You're not feeding it!?'...... And so we saw a fair bit of mouse for a few days and eventually decided we had to do something about it. Trapping and killing was not an option, trapping and releasing also seemed wrong. Too close and he will come back, too far and he would be out of his territory, unable to find food food and shelter and would die alone, frightened and hungry. (Or so the all knowing Internet said). Did not bear thinking about.
But deal with him we must. Bought a humane trap, put it down, bated with seeds and oat flakes. Checked - food gone, trap not tripped, no mouse....hmm, he is clever. Modified trap (hard surface, not carpet), waited in the dark kitchen and bingo, caught one mouse. Placed opened trap in hastily modified residence (old floppy disk carrier box (now that ages me), with air holes, water in a bowl, oats and seeds). By the morning he'd chewed a neat little hole and sped away. Hmmm.... At this point we hadn't said but we're both thinking 'he cannot stay behind the fridge, we will not kill him, we will not release him, we have to just safely contain him'.
Purchased popular make-plastic-tunnel-living-quarter starter kit, caught him again and placed open trap inside and retreated. Little man (for man he clearly was) eventually came out and delighted us with dragging paper towels into garish green plastic dwelling. And there he stayed apparently happy. 'We should put the trap down again' my partner sensibly said. It hadn't occured to me there'd be more. We caught another boy. Assuming they must know each other we put him in same residence (Habitrail, there I've said it). Much emergency grooming and greeting entailed and I am happy they are not going to kill each other; we assume brothers. Their names are Harry (Houdini escape artist) and by natural extension, Wills, who was a little bit slower.
Mum to rattie boys Charlie and Bosley and wild boy mouse Wills.
Mice in my heart and mind - Jill, Kate, Eve, Sabrina, Dylan, Kris, Abby, Kelly, Tiffany, Natalie, Alex and house mouse Harry Houdini