I just read Jings story about the gerbil and it reminds me of what happened at my home tonight. Cute little Hopefully will make you smile.
I would notice Venus pacing a lot the past couple of days before lights out or when they came on in the mornings. Couldn't figure out why until several days ago.
My hubby and his friend where jumping up the floor to our second level. So they had to cut a hole in the wall to do so while I was away on vacation last week and they apparently left it opened ALL NIGHT LONG. So he told me he found a baby mouse in the wall that looked like it had just formed hair but didn't live. Of course I knew that meant trouble and there was likely a momma and probably another baby somewhere. Well for 3 days my hubby put down those little sticky traps which I knew wouldnt work because mice avoid those like the plague. Then he put down the old fashion mouse traps which I hate with a piece of cheese on it. Told him that wouldnt work either, which it didn't. But at least we found out for sure that we had at least one mouse because the dang thing took the cheese and the trap never even tripped! :lol: Not once but twice. :| I told him (which he never listens to me) that he would need to use peanut butter so the mouse would have to eat at it long enough for the trap to sense it and trip. Finally after 2 more tries with the cheese being eaten he listened. Anyway last night he did the peanut butter and we caught the momma mouse.
I hated it but I have a 6 month old baby in the house and a 6 years old that sleep in the room where they had cut the hole.
Anyway at 10pm tonight my daughter calls my cell and tells me she in downstairs in her bathroom and a baby mouse is in there with her. I call my husband who is more afraid of mice then I am :roll: no help. So my daughter and I come up with a plan because we don't want to kill the baby. So for AN HOUR AND A HALF the 2 of use stood one inside the bathroom with the baby mouse peeking at her (my daughter) with a trash can blocking the crack at the door he kept trying to go back to and the other (me) on the outside of the door with a trash can in case he got past her.
He couldnt have been more than an inch long but boy could he jump!
Anyway he finally ran into the shelves where she keeps her towels to hide and she put the trash can in front of it so that he had no where to go but in the trash can. He was actually a tiny cute little thing and I was glad we didnt have to kill him in a trap. I took him away from my house to a vacant lot and let him go. I actually felt good when he scampered away unharmed.
I had to explain to my grand daughter that he was just a baby looking for his momma and he is one of god's creatures too. So if there was no need to hurt him we shouldn't and that's why her mommie and me waited patiently until we could catch him.
So maybe a trash can is not the answer for you, but perhaps see if your local animal shelter will lone you a cat trap and you can put her cricket container inside near where she was last seen.
