Mousers

How I can tell when there is a mouse under the fridge.

I use a Victor electronic rat trap. Ten thousand volts of effectiveness.

I had a friend that lived in a wooded area and got lots of mice. He would live trap them with a tall plastic garbage bin. He set up an incline to the top of the bin that had this little seesaw at top that went vertical when the mouse crossed over. He had some peanut butter on a cracker hanging on a string suspended in midair above the bin. So the mice would go across the seesaw for the food and of course fall into the bin.

I've an opossum the size of our cats. Bugger brazenly walked into th' garage yesterday afternoon to munch out on a bowl of cat food. I had to yell at it and stomp my feet to chase it out. The cats (Fred, Ethel and Lucy) all ran after it into the back yard. Didn't see what happened after that but guessing the beast got away clean. Cats returned unscathed. Gotta get out the critter trap. I'll end up catching my cats a few times before I get the big rat, I'm certain.

Beautiful mousers you have there. Sadly we just had to have our 19 year old mouser put to sleep. He would hunt in the garage and bring his new "toys" into the house during the night.

Such concentration. Sam will wait for hours and generally will catch one. We have outside traps serviced by Critter Control so his mousing techniques have not been tested lately. I think Sam is a close cousin of your two. Indeed he was a rescue at PetsMart and originally was asurrender from Edgewood.

The last "mouser" I had would sleep on top of a stack of boxes on a pallet while the mice played on the floor. :sleeping:

When I worked at a landscape company, I used to take care of the "yard dog", a dobie-shepherd mix that was a very accomplished hunter, taking down groundhogs, opossums, rats, She got into a Mexican standoff with a raccoon -- the racoon was cornered and couldn't escape, but it was too fierce for her to take down. We had a rat one time only get partially caught in a trap and escaped from it. There was a bloody footprint tracked across the office (which was locked) and into the kitchen area, where the prints inexplicably stopped in the middle of the room. I looked over at the dog and called her name "Scally?" and she looked up at me and slowly thumped her tail on the ground.

Mine will play with them when he isn't hungry. He has figured out that they can't escape the tub so sometimes you'll go into the bathroom and find a half dead mouse limping around waiting for its tormentor to return.

Talking about large cats, my in-laws in Kentucky had a wild cat move into their garage a few years ago. Turned out it was a bobcat. Talk about a mouser! They had to get animal control in to remove it