“The mouse is the master of squeezing through tiny holes. There may be a way in where you don’t expect it.”
Yes! I had several late night visits last summer from a couple of mice. I wasn’t sure how they were getting in the house. Turns out, there is a little hole in the floor to accommodate a telephone wire from the garage up to a far corner in the living room. In these landline-less, wireless days, the hole, about the size of a pencil, became a mouse portal. I’ve since plugged the hole with disposable bamboo chopstick. I’ve been hoping to see it whittled down and chewed, but the mice haven’t been as industrious as I expected.
“The mouse is the master of squeezing through tiny holes. There may be a way in where you don’t expect it.”
Yes! I had several late night visits last summer from a couple of mice. I wasn’t sure how they were getting in the house. Turns out, there is a little hole in the floor to accommodate a telephone wire from the garage up to a far corner in the living room. In these landline-less, wireless days, the hole, about the size of a pencil, became a mouse portal. I’ve since plugged the hole with disposable bamboo chopstick. I’ve been hoping to see it whittled down and chewed, but the mice haven’t been as industrious as I expected.