I got invaded a year ago at Thanksgiving; they chewed through the wall into my pantry and had a party behind the closed doors. Fast Eddie and I heard them chewing through the shelf edges so they could drop down onto another shelf. My pantry is now awash in glass jars of all sizes, canisters, heavy-duty plastic containers that seal, etc. What little can't be stored that way has to live in the refrigerator. They've given up for now, but I'm sure they'll sniff it out if I slip even once. Little bastards!
I plugged the mouse-size hole with steel wool. They chewed and pushed it out. The droppings made me think they might die of steel fibers, but there are always more mice. Anyway, I replaced it, stuffed in even more, and jammed it in tighter, where it's stayed so far.
Fast Eddie was the only cat at the time, and he only plays with them in the tub; they usually get away unless I can trap them. Audrey, on the other hand, has already caught a mouse, dispatched it without remorse and brought it to her kittens for teaching purposes. It'd be nice if Eddie joined the class.
Feels like a siege, doesn't it.
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