Captain's Log - Bathroom Brawls and Midnight Mice

Hector and Mikey have become quite the hunters. 

Every morning at about 2:30 a.m., there’s some sort of ruckus in the bathroom that wakes me from a dead sleep to go investigate. It’s usually a mouse that one of them is tossing about while the other lounges, alert, diligently guarding the bathroom door. 

They hunt as a team. Or at least they kill as a team. 

I kept wondering how in the world I have so many mice in my house – there are no tracks or evidence of mice, save the nightly carnage, so I couldn’t figure it out. But recently, the victims have become more like a ROUS – Rodent of Unusual Size, if you remember your Princess Bride.  And I KNOW I don’t have Kangaroo Rats in my house. 

Clearly, they are making use of the cat door and importing creatures. Why the bathroom though – the psychology of that is beyond me. But they go to great lengths to bring their creatures into the bathroom and dramatically fling them about, in gladiator-style theatrics, prolonging their game until I begin to worry they’ll lose their prey and it will escape to seek refuge in my slippers. 

Yesterday morning, like clockwork, Hector began at 2:30 while Mikey stood post at the door. Eventually, it was over, the evidence consumed, and we all went about our business, with the brothers napping and me madly writing. But at 5:30 a.m., it all began again – only this time it was Mikey batting his breakfast while Hector hung in the doorway.  

This morning, it was the same thing. Eating in shifts. At this pace, the entire neighborhood will be rodent-free by April. 

So while I tiptoe around my house grateful the boys eat the evidence rather than deliver it as presents, I’ll be right here…

…Keeping you Posted.

Rach.