Of Mice and Men and Traps

We get mice in Crestline. Maybe it’s because we are gone to Arizona so often, and maybe there really is a mouse network, and perhaps there actually are mice supervisors who the minute our Jeep heads down the driveway, get on the horn and squeal out the message: “They’re gone. Hear me? They’re gone. Everyone gather in for a party!” Not sure exactly how it works, but during the nine years we have lived here in the San Bernardino Mountains, we have been “blessed” with numerous mouse visits, and with the evidence of Mickey and Minnie parties so wild as to cause even Disneyland to take note. Don’t get me wrong; I think mice are cute, but I just can’t have them traipsing around my kitchen, dipping elegantly into morsels of sweet, and of grain, and of other exotic foodstuffs. Our mice like dry chicken broth mix. I’m sure of that, for once when we had been away for an extended period, I found that the blue lid covering the broth mix can has been chewed and nibbled so that shreds of plastic lay about. Take a look at this one here. Look at his beautiful eyes, his elegant whiskers, and his shinny fur.

We arrived here for Christmas before any of our children, and saw right away the evidence of micey winter banquets. Jerry got out his trusty traps, and before anyone else arrived, he had snagged two. Our mice here in Crestline are bright; we’ve known that, so we were not exactly surprised when the second time he set them, Jerry’s traps were licked clean of the essence of peanut butter, but the spring had not thrown. We caught no more during the holidays.

After Christmas, Andrew stayed at our house a few days longer than we did, and before we left, Jerry showed Andrew where he had set a trap, and gave Andrew a mouse lesson…peanut butter, and all that…..A couple of days after we were back in Lake Havasu, Andrew called with the news of a mouse capture, and that he had thrown away both mouse and trap.

“You threw the trap and all away?” I asked, aghast at such waste.

“Yes, Mom. I’m not touching the nasty mouse.”

We’re up in Crestline now, and when we arrived Sunday evening, my routine examination showed no evidence of mouse celebration. Evidently Andrew snagged the last one of that particular party.

I noticed one of the traps today at the top of the basement stairs and that set me to wondering: Do most people throw away their mouse traps, or do they (as does Jerry) empty the trap, and then hold some sort of a decent mouse disposal activity–not saying its a full-fledged funeral or anything like that, you understand. I’m curious about your habits–you, the faithful and kind readers of my blog. Do you carefully remove the little fella from the hideous trap? Do you wear gloves? Do you have any kind of a service? Or do you throw away both trap and trapee? Do you say sacred words as you toss both into the incinerator?

Note this post to be another world-shaking consideration following close on the trail of that one that considered in depth the correct pronunciation of the year of our Lord 2010.

By the way…it’s snowing here in Crestline. I’m wondering if there are smirky mice snuggled down in our basement…dreaming of sugarplums and of tasty peanut butter.

By Shirley Buxton

Still full of life and ready to be on the move, Shirley at 83 years old feels blessed to have lots of energy and to be full of optimism. She was married to Jerry for 63 years, and grieves yet at his death in August of 2019. They have 4 children, 13 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren...all beautiful and highly intelligent--of course. :)

6 replies on “Of Mice and Men and Traps”

We’ve been blessed not to have any mice troubles in this house, but in our former house, we once had a problem with a rat trying to homestead on our property. Fortunately, my husband set a trap and the critter was caught when I was in the hospital giving birth to Paul. The rat and trap were both disposed of in the outdoor garbage can.


Chunky or Smooth? That is the only logical question when vermin are around. Infestations are quick to arise and hard to eliminate. Take them out of the trap, dispose, rebait and wait.


We get the bigger cousin of mice – rats! My sweet husband mans the traps, empties and reuses. Since we put in our swimming pool it catches most of them – they go in for a drink and can’t climb back out. I use the pool skimmer net to carry them to the nearest trash can.


I also practice the catch and relies method. I catch the little rascal and release it into the nearest trash receptacle for safe keeping. Of late I have used a product called Decon, Virginia has not seen any signs of partying!



I love your mouse stories. We have similar problems at times. We use the catch and release method. Catch them and toss the carcase in the street for the hawks or other birds to enjoy a light snack (lol!) We’ve been known to put the dead little in a snack baggie and show others of our treasure (I know it sounds gross to you city folk but it sure is fun watching people scream and run away as you show them the catch of the day!) As for traps, use and reuse til they don’t snap! anymore.


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