Keeping Mice Out of Your Home

For many years now, I've had an annual visitor. Never the same one, but always arriving at the same time and always choosing to set up housekeeping in the same area of my home.

Field mice they are. Timid little creatures to be sure. I'm certain that in the wild they did quite well, foraging here and yon. Nature's land was their land. A giver of sustinance to keep the body and blood line going for another season.

But, each season ends. Spring's flowers, tender leaves, even moldy crab apples and other bits of fruit are all gone. Summer's grain has been harvested, and its worms, snails and insects are gone, either by death or by secreting themselves for the winter in niches not easily accessible to our tiny, timid friends.

It's been a hard life but it's been a good one, all in all. Mind you, there was danger at every turn. The black snake. Quick as lightning! In the blink of an eye, Mister Field Mouse could be inside that slithering serpent, never to see the light of day again.

Snakes from below, hawks from above, feral cats close at the heels. Danger at every turn. Danger that was tempered though, by the bounty of the land, a few close lady friends and the many little mice sired to insure the perpetuation of the species.

Yes, it's been a good season, after all. But the nip in last night's air will be tomorrow night's first frost, and then a fortnight's hard freeze. One must make preparations quickly lest the end comes much too soon. With a life expectancy of only one year, having a strong will to survive and finding warm refuge in Man's home could mean a doubling of that span. Yes, this little fella has the same innate burning desire as you and I. It wants to live.

What attracts these mice to the area under my sink and the lower cabinets on either side is a mystery to me. No food is kept there. No accessible water is there, only cleaning supplies. Yet just as surely as the days shorten and the nights become bitter, I once again hear those tiny sounds as I sit quietly at night. My guest has arrived.

He doesn't know he's a mouse a bit more than a dog knows he's a dog. He has the potential of being an excellent and devoted pet. To pass the years with some semblance of remaining Human with human compassion, many prisoners befriended these animals only to find their bonding equaled that of any man and his dog.

Were I much younger with lots of time on my hands, I might give it a go at being friends with my guest. I've befriended dogs, cats, birds, bats and rabbits and more. Why not this little creature. He is capable of showing much affection. He just wants to live.

And if we were friends, he could ride in my shirt pocket while I went places, poking his little head out now and then for a peanut or cricket I captured just for him.

But, I'm old. My patience went the way of my youth. My aches and pains dictate that I not even attempt to house train a tiny mouse. A small spring loaded trap will put an end to my fantasizing of a friendship with this shy, harmless creature.

This year has been the odd one to say the least. Spring has just begun and my visitor has made an unexpected and very early appearance. His stay was abruptly cut short by that deadly snap of the spring loaded metal against wood, with his tiny head between the two. A mouse in my house in the Spring? Just a one time thing, for sure.

Not so. The very next night, there were more sounds. Heavy, loud sounds. This must be a big one. A larger trap ruled out any doubts. It wasn't a larger mouse, though. It was a rat. Two nights later, another rat met his demise. Three nights later, another mouse. I've never had such happen.

Before I could empty the trap and bury the last rat, I heard the sounds of another. This is insane. Why so many and why now? Well, I found out why, but I won't tell it here lest I am thought to be prejudiced against new immigrants to the neighborhood. I take pride in not being prejudiced but I have no control over what other people say or think.

This last rat has decided he will stay. He had fitted his new quarters with all manner of accoutrements ranging from bits of tinfoil to cellophane to soda can tabs. He completely avoids any contact with the baited trap. He leaves his calling cards all over the place and pees like a beer hound on Saturday night. I am miffed.

I took everything from under the sink and cabinets. I washed down all surfaces with a strong bleach solution. I washed everything I had taken out and put it all in dishpan-like tubs.

The wheels started turning. Boric acid will kill ants. It has a burning effect. Once, I sprinkled some on my plants to kill insects that were eating the plants. Over a few days, it burned the leaves so badly, the plants almost died.

Well sir, before putting the tubs into the cleaned sink area and cabinets, I spread a thick layer of boric acid all about. I set back and waited to see what would happen. About half an hour later, my unwelcome guest returned.

He made his usual entry sounds, then nothing. No scuffling about, no loud gnawing sounds, no constant re arranging of all the treasures he had hoarded. Nothing. Silence.

I was hoping the boric acid would give him enough of a hot foot to make him want to stay away. Looks like it did. Or maybe he just doesn't like walking through it. Whatever the case, this is the first night in many where I've been able to sit at my kitchen computer for any length of time and not be distracted by all that racket.

The cleaning supplies are in tubs. They wont come in contact with the boric acid. There are no small children about to plunder under the sink. If there were, I would have a lock on the doors. So, there is no reason the acid can't stay where it is.

I didn't give life. I figure I have no right to take it. But when it comes to urine stains and rat doo under my sink, philosophy and charitable thoughts go out the window. The boric acid stays, just a much thicker layer than recommended for roaches.

With this deterrent in place this Fall, I doubt there'll be any guests for an over winter stay. Suits me. That way I wont have to wrestle with my conscience about how morally wrong I might have been when shortening the lifespan of a poor little creature who had only a year from birth to death, anyway.

Due to a huge issue with ants around my home, I always keep a ready reserve of boric acid on hand. It's relatively cheap and relatively safe. After I clean, I always put down a dusting behind and under stove, refrigerator, in all cracks and crevices. Anywhere I think an ant or roach might travel. It has paid off. Unlike my neighbors, I have never had a roach infestation in all the years I have lived here.

Now, I have found that just more of what I have been using all along is an excellent deterrent to mice and rats, as well. Several days after my liberal layer was laid down, there have been no sounds or other evidence to indicate another displaced rodent plans to set up housekeeping in my home. Boric acid will deter mice and rats. A good thing to know.

For the first time in my life, I have a mouse problem. I also have two lazy cats. The mice are in two of my kitchen cupboards. I've repeatedly cleaned them out using bleach and peppermint oil but my mice seem to like it!

A year ago I took tenancy of a small, 1940s, recently modernised bungalow out in the countryside and have been plagued with insects and mice ever since. It's built on a small hill and my huge back garden which is nearly all lawn, slopes quite steeply downwards from the rooms at the rear ie., kitchen, bathroom, and one of the bedrooms. When I moved in, the front and back gardens were overgrown jungles and had no fencing so I immediately had the land cleared and enclosed it all round with new 6ft fence panels and concrete posts. The bungalow is very small, but I took it because the integral garage is massive and most people who live here have converted theirs into extra living space.

It was freezing cold when I moved in and apart from one little mouse I found in the kitchen, a few slugs and snails in the garage and a couple of birds nests in the garage roof, all was fine to begin with. Then in March, as the weather began to warm slightly and temperatures rose, the nightmare began. It started with an excessive amount of flies in the back garden, kitchen, and in the garage. The garage is built onto the kitchen and there's a door which separates the two spaces for access to the back garden. I could find no reason for these flies and it was and still is a mystery. As summer arrived, more and more the flies descended. They were literally pinging off the walls and ceilings and off of our heads! Despite multiple fly traps and loads of different types of flying insect repellents they just kept coming; they were in all the cupboards and drawers, the cooker and fridge, on the beds, under tables, on the carpets and even in our bath water! At the same time as the flies we were overrun with ants and earwigs. They crawled up our arms, across our faces, got into our ears and hair. Between the flies and the ants my 8 year old daughter became traumatised and some days she refused to get off the school bus at 4pm! It was unbearable. Even though the ants and earwigs disappeared as quickly as they arrived, the flies didn't leave so fast. Eventually they began to die off in the November time, but there are still some flying about right now, in December.

After the fly invasion there was no respite, as they have been replaced with mice and cockroaches! The mice are causing me so much stress. I'm a mess! I think they are coming in from the front and back gardens via the garage. The garage has a wooden back door with steps leading straight down into the garden and an internal side door with steps leading up into the kitchen. There is no other way to reach the back garden other than through the kitchen via the garage or directly via the electric garage door at the front.

The bungalow is cute, but very, very small with no storage or extra space and so the garage is invaluable. It's huge, has PowerPoints and lighting, built in shelving and units and it also houses two big store rooms which used to be the old toilet and washroom back in the days.

However the garage, whilst indispensable, is an absolute monstrosity! It's used only to house the tumble dryer, a fall back freezer, and gardening equipment, and overspill boxes from when I moved in a year ago, which still haven't been unpacked. It's cold, damp, and smelly in the winter and stifling hot and always full of flies and insects in the summer!?! Its structure is a mismatch of concrete, crumbling bricks, rotten bits of wood, chipboard, old offcuts of MDF, cardboard, and any number of porous materials the previous tenant used to fill in gaps in the ceiling and and rafters.

When it rains, the roof doesn't actually leak, but water comes running down one wall and comes in from under the garage door and around the frame. The floor is concrete and usually wet in places. The double glazed door from the kitchen gets opened and shut constantly all day, as our two dogs must go outside every couple of hours. I'm in and out for the freezer and tumble dryer and my daughter stores her outdoor boots, bicycle, trampoline, etc. in there along with various other things.

We have reached a crisis point with the mice. They have infested our bedroom and kitchen and are running riot, peeing and pooping in all our laundry, linen, towels, and even the cooker! The kitchen surfaces are always splattered with urine and all our windows have a layer if brown dust and grease on them.

Even our skin has this terrible brown powdery dust and grease, especially our neck, hair, forehead, scalp, and ears. Our fingernails turn yellow and brown when we touch our hair!

I hear mice in the kitchen, bedroom, behind the bath panels, in the sofa cushions, and behind the fridge, in the cooker, in the drain pipes, in the garage, etc. I've seen mice running across the garage floor. I smell their rancid odour so many times I feel likes it's coming from out of me! It stinks in the house and I'm horrified.

A few weeks ago we both had a serious body lice infestation and were covered in so many ticks that we had to go into hospital to them removed. They came from mice and rats we have been told. We also tested positive for Lyme disease. The hospital contacted our landlord, but he is accepting no responsibility whatsoever and says that pest control is all down to the tenant and that the property did not have a pest problem before we moved in with our dogs, ie. the ticks and lice came from our dogs! This is so untrue!

Our dogs actually got contact dermatitis from the mice urine and droppings and infections from swarms of ticks, despite only ever having lead walks around the village. They never once had a flea, louse, or tick on them until we moved here. But I'm in the poop as I can not prove a darn thing. I've had pest control come I three times, but strangely enough, they can never find any live mice. Only a few droppings and old patches of urine. They appear to only come in briefly and don't live inside our home. So why so much damage and why no evidence of them being here?

Right now I have the smell of them radiating from the tumble dryer every time I open the door, I hear the scratching and then the smell just bursts out; it stinks. The dogs are nervous 24/7, constantly on guard, barking and watching different parts of the bungalow. They never settle and they follow me everywhere.

I'm covered in lumps and spots and bites and scabs from constantly scratching at my relentlessly itching skin. I feel grubby and dirty all the time, my skin is greasy and my face is covered in brown smudges and orangey brown powder is stuck in my hairline. My scalp is jumping and my hair feels like it has a life if its own. When I scratch an itchy bump it becomes almost a scratching frenzy to get relief. I don't know if this is due to the biting and burrowing parasites and insects brought in on the mice or if I'm actually having an allergic reaction to the mice? How can I get rid if these mice, if pest control say they aren't even here? They must be or why are our skin and immune systems and our home under attack?