If you're not familiar with the theory of spontaneous generation, it's something they came up with centuries ago to explain the presence of something when there's no possible other way for it to have come about. So, say, you've got a bin full of grain and you think it's pretty secure, but one day you open the bin and it's full of mice. They must have spontaneously generated. Right?
Of course, upon further inspection the theory was disproved. Mice got into the bin because mice can get into anything with like a 1/2" wide gap. And if there isn't one, they'll make one.
This theory always fascinated me. Things don't just poof into existence. Derp.
This morning, though, I'd almost be willing to subscribe to the theory. In the past four years, we have plugged every hole possible in this house to keep the mice out. Every. Hole. Possible. And yet, this morning, there was a mouse on the sticky trap* next to the fridge. Hubs dispatched it
So, now we're trying to find how the damn thing got in. All of the steel wool I have stuffed into all the exiting holes appears to be in place. Except for that spot next to the dishwasher, which I'll reinforce after I've had more coffee.
I've come to terms with mice in the walls. And in the garage. Even the thought of mice running around in the house doesn't really squib me out. It's when they get into the cupboards and you never know if they've run around licking the silverware or whether they've used the dishtowels as a litterbox that gives me the heebies-jeebies. They need to not be in the house if I can ever use my utensils and stuff without washing everything beforehand every single time. Thus, they need to get gone. Seriously.
Never mind about the cat. She's useless. She's like that stupid commercial where the bank is being robbed and the uniformed guy says "I'm not a security guard, I'm a security monitor. I only tell you when the bank is being robbed. :pause: The bank is being robbed." She's a vermin monitor. She'll point it out, but she rarely does anything about it. She might pounce on a baby cricket, but that's where her effort ends. She did visit the bedroom in the middle of the night last night, but since she doesn't speak English, we didn't even get the message that there was a mouse in the house. Like I said. Useless. "You've got claws. You've got fangs. Kill the damn thing already, or let me sleep." :eyeroll:
Anyway, since I know spontaneous generation is so not a thing, I guess I need to search for possible entry points I missed over the past 4 years. With mice, it's sort of 'where there's a will there's a way' and I will probably never totally mouse-proof my house. Ten years from now, I'll be sitting here scratching my head and looking for their latest access point, I'm sure.
For now, though, when I'm caffeine and nicotine deficient, I'm leaning toward spontaneous generation. Poof! there's a mouse.
*I keep sticky traps all over the house to catch brown recluse spiders. I do not use sticky traps for mice. Snap traps are best.