
Yesterday I bought four small mouse alarms that you plug into electrical sockets anywhere you want to hear a loud fridge-like appliance buzz.
I
do like what it does for my bedroom ambiance.
While I was hoping that these would work as sonic weapons and and make hot liquid mouse-brain ooze from little mouse-skulls (yes, I would be willing to clean this up), a sonic mouse repellent system functions more like a game of chicken: you're supposed to wait for the noise to drive the mice crazy before you yourself go nuts from the incessant creepy tickle-at-the-back-of-your-nose vibration and the half-headaches it seems to maintain. But I've spent months being lulled to sleep each night by the sound of mice eating my food and shitting up my kitchen. I'm well prepared to weather a small annoyance like nagging chronic pain.
I spent all last night fantasizing about a mass mouse exodus, where I turn the lights off and all the mice just start streaming out of my apartment, out through the gigantic gaps in my doors and windows from whence they came, out into the winter air where they will all huddle together for warmth until they become sleepy, and then, little mouse-lids drooping, they submit sweetly to a warm and furry death.
SO CUTE.