“Remoted” – Day 543 (Friday)

 Chewed.

The mice at The BungaLowell are apparently very smart, and I am feeling overmatched. Yesterday, while measuring out the kibble for Winston’s supper, I discovered two holes, each about the size of a straw, chewed in a bottom corner of the heavy weight bag of expensive prescription dog food formulated for glucose/weight management. The holes were taped over with Duck Tape. This morning, the tape was chewed through with another precise straw sized hole, which was taped over again.

Two kibble bits were smashed up and sprinkled on the peanut butter in the trap in an effort to enhance the flavor profile. This assumed that the food in the bag was the desired dietary element and not the bag itself. From a past home, I know that mice eat some weird stuff. While packing to move out of a rented condo, I opened a seldom used kitchen drawer to pack the candles and matches therein and saw it was heavily sprinkled with droppings and the candles were all chewed up, so maybe the bag was the preference. 

Safe? We'll see.

Tonight, while measuring Winston’s supper, it was discovered there was another straw-sized hole chewed through the new tape. The baited trap, meanwhile, sat inches away and seemingly untouched. None of the traps look like they’ve been visited.

Despite reading somewhere that it’s better to keep the dog food in the original bag, the food was transferred into Tupperware containers, which have so far seemed impenetrable to rodent teeth. It was most of a 17-pound bag and took three containers. 

If the situation wasn’t so frustrating it might be funny. If there is any such thing as a 100% mouse-proof home, I want to move there. Like, now.