Of Mice and Men

Yesterday Brigham returned home from scout camp with a few stowaways it appears. As Brigham was placing his tent and sleeping back in the truck of his car he noticed not one, not two but six, SIX, mice scurrying for cover. I had never heard of mice infesting cars before but we quickly tried to get rid of them. So far one mouse made his escape in the Wal-mart parking lot when Brigham stop to purchase traps, one escaped in our drive to try his luck against the neighborhood snakes and cats (we always have at least one snake in our garden which way I don't go out there as often as I should), and three has perished in the traps. One is left; one lonely mouse who stares at Brigham in defiance when he opens the trunk to check the traps.

I have nothing against mice; I like them better than snakes. But given the choice I would rather have snakes in the garden than mice in the car. Since Brigham will going camping at least once a month as Scoutmaster we have been learning how to prevent picking up more stowaways each time he goes camping. Strong scented dryer sheets and moth balls apparently repel mice. We will be putting that to the test.