Has the Fat Lady sung?

You know the old saying about the signal for the end of the opera. It's when the fat lady comes onstage to sing. You can bet then that it is the end of the opera. Well, regarding mus musculus, maybe the fat lady (lady mouse that is) has sung.

Every possible hole into the attic is now closed, and glue traps placed at strategic locations to prevent mice from even getting into the garage, where they might know of a hole into the attic of the garage. Thats critical, because once the mice get into the garage attic, there is some uncertainty about access through the breezeway attic into the house attic-----since all those possible routes are difficult to find and close off.

To guard against the possibility of a colony living in the attic, their only possible water supply---the drain traps on the air conditioning equipment has been surrounded by glue traps. Impractical to keep their food away from them as I am sure they have it stored in various places in the attic. One night we heard feet running and then a clunk and rolling sound. I am sure that what occurred is that mus dropped his acorn as he was tooling along on the ceiling sheetrock.

Now for all readers who think they do not have mice in their attic, it is only because you have insulation on your ceiling and can't hear them. In Medina, we had insulation on the ceiling, never any scurrying noise, but there were mouse pathways all through the insulation.

Now, if all this is true, the only mystery remaining is where in the world did the mouse we killed in the house get in?

Time will tell.

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