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Do mice eat mice?

It’s that time of year – the mice are coming in for the Winter. They’re making an awful ruckus. I set a trap between our two freezers (where the cats can’t get to it but the mice can) and caught my first of the season last night.

I didn’t want to deal with it then, so I put it off until morning.

In the morning, I note the trap and mouse were dragged partway behind one freezer. Not surprising, I didn’t feel like dealing with it in the morning, either.

By afternoon, the trap was there, but the mouse was gonzo.

I know mice are opportunistic omnivores. I’ve known them eat everything from soap to silicon spatulas. But cannibalism? Really?

p.s. the internet says they will, but due to starvation or overcrowding.

p.p.s. yes, Roberta McCain was in the Dead Pool. You know what that means.


Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: October 13, 2020, 9:54 pm

Nothing gives me the willies more than mouse infestations unless it’s fruit flies.

I lived in a country house where the mice were embedded in the crawlspace in the house. I would have used chemical disposition except for the fact that I had dogs at the time and didn’t want to accidentally dispose of one of my dogs. We also had an abundant hawk and owl population and I didn’t want to harm any of them, either.

There was nothing to do but seal up all the possible outside entry points and holes and then use various traps to catch the invaders. Minor irritant: dead, unrecovered mice stick for about three days.

Comment from OldFert
Time: October 13, 2020, 10:12 pm

Hmm. Three days. Which is better than Congress which can stink for years at a time.

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: October 13, 2020, 10:21 pm

I wonder how “stink” transmogrified into “stick.”

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: October 13, 2020, 11:07 pm

I had one crawl across the visor of my cap (pulled over my face as is my custom) one time when I was camping. I had used a couple armfuls of straw as a “mattress”. It was a cold night, with a light snow.
I caught the little bugger in a cup, took him outside, far away from the canvas tent and I went back inside.

He/she wasn’t alone in that straw.

And it couldn’t have been the one I left out in the cold because dammit a mouse just can’t move THAT fast while figuring out exactly where the tent was.

I moved outside a little later, the mice got to sleep in the tent.

Comment from Mark Matis
Time: October 14, 2020, 12:46 am

Perchance do you use an iPhone to post, ExpressoBold?
That is the way of the cRapple!!!

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: October 14, 2020, 2:09 am

Hooray! Dicks came in the mail today!
Cheers to Jeffrey Edward Epstein!
(What a nifty envelope—which I shall also frame 🙂 )

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: October 14, 2020, 2:33 am

Suggestion to genetic engineers: Venus Fly Mouse Trap

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: October 14, 2020, 5:07 am

@Mark Matis

No, I use a full-size tower but it seems all the blogs I post comments have this tricky transmogrification app installed.

I’m just waiting for a “government question” while at the DMV or some such place where they might ask “Do you believe that your typing is flawless or have you made mistakes which you blamed on innocent software?”

I mean, look at the results of The Plandemic. It could very easily happen.

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: October 14, 2020, 5:14 am


So you couldn’t have just pitched the straw and been done with the rodents?

Seems way too generous to have given them your tent for the night.

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: October 14, 2020, 11:01 am

Found on the Internet. I claim NO ownership.
Owed Two A Spell Cheque

Eye halve a spelling chequer,
it came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques, four my revue,
miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
and weight four it two say,
Weather eye am wrong oar write
it shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid,
it nose bee fore two long.
And eye can put the error rite
it’s rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it,
I am shore your pleased two no.
Its letter perfect awl the weigh,
my chequer tolled me sew.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: October 14, 2020, 9:34 pm

@ExpressoBold – doh! In all honesty it didn’t occur to me.
When I first captured the wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie I almost put him in the tent of “George” a fellow camper, but I was afraid he’d slaughter the little bugger.

You have me laughing now, your question/solution was the obvious answer. Just chalk it up to my being a dumbass!

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: October 14, 2020, 10:02 pm


It must have been very late with ethyl alcohol involved!

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: October 14, 2020, 10:13 pm

Fans of J. Heller’s Catch-22 might remember the Havermeyer Solution to his mouse problem. It worked well until it provoked Hungry Joe to try his own variation, the Hungry Joe Solution to his Havermeyer problem.

Here is the text of Chapter 3 Havermeyer if you’re not too squeamish. Search in page for banjo.

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: October 14, 2020, 10:24 pm


.45 Cal used to dispatch mice.

That’s a bit of overkill.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: October 15, 2020, 9:04 am


Given our usual camp, yes. Varying types and brands. Mixed POST consumption of course, all some form of whiskey, Scots, Irish or Bourbon. I can’t recall if we had solved the world’s problems by midnight that night.

Oddly enough I retain a certain nostalgia for that outing.

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