Freak out moment.
I noticed some mice droppings the other day in my garage. Being the good homeowner that I am, I ran screaming to the store to pick up some sticky traps. I’ve seen the sticky traps used before and they work wonders. They catch EVERYTHING. Including my finger but that’s for another story.
I placed the two traps in strategic places in my garage. For a few weeks I didn’t catch anything in the traps. I started to think I needed to add a dab of peanut butter to the sticky trap to lure the evil Mickey Mouse out of its hiding spot. However, I’m not giving the bubonic plague carrying pests peanut butter as their last supper. They can eat dirt and DIE.
However, this morning after I got home from the gym I checked the traps. I can easily see each trap without having to move stuff around. Status of trap No. 1: still empty. Status of trap No. 2: MISSING! I might have severely pissed off some mutant rodent by not offering peanut butter on the traps. CRAP!