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My brother lives in Shoreditch and he has mice too. So maybe yes?
I worked in an office once that was next door to an animal feed transport depot. The mouse problem was so bad in my office. They used to run up my computer wire, across my desk and then back down the phone wire onto the floor. I hated it. It got to the stage that even at home I would think I saw a mouse out of the corner of my eye. We got the killer people in who laid down poison. But then all the mice died within the wall cavities and in the floor between the upper and lower floor and it stank. Oh how it stank! We eventually had to move out into a portakabin in the car park while they tore the place apart and sorted it. Rank.
I'm not keen on mice.
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Post offices are also traditional stomping grounds for mice. Though whether they fare better than their musine brethren in the parish church down the road is contentious. One to debate.
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Actually I might have just made that up about mice in post offices. A bit de trop on the Paul Gallico imagery, or something.
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I like mice. When I lived in Edinburgh we had some in our flat and, shamefully, I wasn't all that bothered, mostly because they didn't seem to be getting into my food cupboards. Once I was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the hallway, speaking to my mum on the phone, and I leant back with my arm outstetched so that I could rest my weight on it, and my hand closed on the trembling body of a clearly terrified little mouse, that had obviously been sitting watching me as I chatted away into the telephone going "boom boom boom...haw haw haw" Poor mouse. I said "!" and the mouse said the same, and then it ran away. I can't help but admire them, little battling beasties; fair play.
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Yeah true we have seen some mice also. I am not remotely "slatternly", I am in many ways obsessive about order, and yet occasionally hear or even see a mouse. The fact is that in contemporary London mice do not occupy one flat -- they occupy a house of many flats, and very probably a series of several houses too, running free between different properties as they are surprisingly little and can scoot in tiny spaces under floorboards. I was told that the mice's original appearance was due to the people downstairs having their walls knocked out and replaced, but I feel the mice haven't gone away although the renovation has ceased. Poison and sonic plug-in deterrents have been of some use.
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With one or two mice, I don't think that's true. As they are about 2cm big, I don't believe you'd smell their "rotting corpses" any more than you'd smell a dead beetle.
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quote:Originally posted by Petite: Ooh Astromariner, how could you not be bothered by them? They leave their disgusting little black pellets all over the place.
Ours must've been quite fastidious and hygienic mice, because I hardly saw any little pellets. We did have a sonic mouse repeller, but it didn't seem to bother them too much; they used to sneak in under the front door of our flat and scamper brazenly past it.
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Is there perhaps some sort of cat shortage in London at the moment then? Or are they just on strike? I'd certainly be thinking about cutting down on the tins of Moggo Chunks if I was a cat owner. In London. And I had mice.
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i like mice. when i was 12 i bought a white mouse in a nifty cage with my weekly allowence. it seemed lonely. i bought it a friend the next week, on the sly. interesting fact about mice- they reproduce even if you strictly tell them they shouldn't. within a month my allowence wasn't enough to feed a family of 40. i did what any 12 year old would do. i set them free in the basement. keeping one in the cage. in case my parents got suspicious.
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A mouse died under my bath once and the little furry corpse stank to high heaven. The smell appeared very suddenly, so I think its to do with a point in the decomposition process. Mr Ally took the panel off the end of the bath and removed the body. What a guy.
I've found sticky boards to be the only effective way of dealing with a mouse infestation. Mice become immune to poison, and traditional traps don't work. A mouse once took the bait off a trap I'd set, shat on the trap mechanism, and fucked off. Some people object to sticky boards on compassionate grounds, but when a family of filthy interloper rodents is shitting in my casserole dishes compassion goes out the window.
Yes, I know, I'm going straight to hell.
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I stood on a dead mouse. He had died next to the communal bins. Perhaps from over eating? I felt something soft underfoot, twisted round to see what it was, screamed, threw the bags on the floor and ran back into the house. I am not really scared of mice but it might have been a little rat. And it was an unpleasant sensation for my poor foot.
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quote:Originally posted by ally: Mr Ally took the panel off the end of the bath and removed the body. What a guy.
I think it's really heartwarming how Ally is so appreciative of Mr Ally. Maybe I should stick a dead mouse under our bath and then remove it in a manly way and see if I get any appreciation from Mrs Dang. I somehow doubt it though. It's just not the done thing to appreciate your own husband, is it?
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quote:Originally posted by ally: my casserole dishes
Casserole dishes plural????
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I'm glad someone pointed out the vile stench a mouse makes when it is dying and crawls onto a hot pipe to die. I was imagining a version of simmkovacs wafting his face for air as if the stench of the dead meece was worst than a simmrick guff.
quote:Originally posted by dang65: It's just not the done thing to appreciate your own husband, is it?
I accept that what I'm going to say now may well make me a little unpopular here at TMO, but appreciating anyone on these boards seems to be considered bad form. Cynicism and mockery is the default setting of many posts, and I find it just a little disheartening sometimes. I don't see the point in taking the piss out of everything and everyone all the time. Maybe I'm getting a little bit long in the tooth.
I'm not suggesting for one minute that you're taking the piss, though, dang.
As far as casserole dishes go, I have several, of different sizes. I'm something of a domestic goddess. Not a lot of people know that. I had a plague of mice (seven were caught in one night, on four sticky boards) and the number of mice multiplied by the volume of cookware meant there was a lot of washing up to do.
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