Fluffy: Trained to Kill

The mice are running rampant in my house – or at least they were.

Mice were in the walls, behind the stove, under the fridge, in the garage, by the couch – anywhere you would expect mice to be – they were there.

We tried professionals – they were useless.  The “professionals” blocked up holes and within a day the mice made new ones.

We tried poison – the mice ate the poison and became immune.

We tried traps (glue, old fashioned snap-the-head-off traps, plastic hut traps) – the mice avoided them.

I watched the mice, found their points of entry and then set traps in those spots (anticipating a massacre) – the mice emerged unscathed.  We even found traps unsnapped with the bait gone.

Enter Fluffy.

Fluffy lives for the hunt.  Her instinct is to attack and kill.  She dreams about blood and mouse flesh in her teeth.

The mice are aware of this new predator in their midst and they run in fear.  Yes, you can still hear the occasional scurrying in the walls, but gone are the brave forays into the kitchen or out into the open space of the living room (and I suspect even the scurrying will soon come to an end).

Fluffy is still in training.  She hones her skills attacking plastic bags, shoelaces, and children.  But her killer instincts are apparent to all and I almost pity the first mouse to cross her path.

July 29th, 2008 General