I hate mice. I really hate mice. When I saw one scurry across the milk room and sneak under the wall, I was really not happy. But I figured if it was going to run around the cupboard and closer to me to get away, that was probably the only place it could get out (or in). I wasted no time springing into action. I meant business.
Don’t laugh! I managed to catch ten mice in just over twenty-four hours. By the next day, I had my plan.
It is not an easy place to reach. My bottle of foamy insulation couldn’t fit back there. I had to be creative. I started with the scotch pad. I’ve heard mice can’t chew through them. It sounds good to me.
I decided I was never going to get the whole thing shoved in there, so I cut it in half and started over. It wasn’t easy, but I finally did it. After getting that shoved in, I had to figure out how to get the foamy insulation back there before it hardened.
And it’s a sticky gooey mess, so whatever I used had to be disposable. I went with a plastic putty knife.
It looks good. I don’t care if there’s foamy insulation stuff on the side of the cupboard. I’m not quite as okay with the insulation that ended up in my hair (I really need a hair cut). I guess I really only care about not having mice in my milk room. I did put a trap back just to be on the safe side.