So my family discovered that we had mice in our attic this winter. The mice were partying every night above our heads while we tried to sleep, and this being the first evidence of rodents in the 25 years of owning our house, my parents were pretty concerned. They took different approaches. My mom refused to go in the attic and put all of the responsibility on my father, who responded by declaring war — literally — on the mice that had invaded our otherwise serene environment.
I had no issue with the mice, I slept soundly through their fun upstairs and had faith in the various traps my dad set out. They were doing their thing, and I was doing mine. A few days after we set the traps, we killed about 4 mice and haven’t heard anything from them since.
UNTIL, I realized I had a crack in my windshield and called Norwalk’s Glass Doctor in to replace it. He did a great job, but called me outside mid-job to let me know that I had a MOUSE NEST under my hood. The thought of the mice climbing under my hood leaving droppings behind drives me nuts.
So really, no other point to this story except that mice can get into the tiniest of spaces and even if you keep the cleanest of cars, they’re still probably crapping under your hood.
