One of the many ways that pregnancy reveals itself to be the curse of Eve is that you can't take any drugs while you're pregnant, even garden variety over the counter ones that help you sleep. Which is frustrating because more than a big margarita right now, I would really like to inhale a case of Niquil. I've got some sort of sinus cold from hell (arent they all?) and the doctor-ordered course of treatment is to stick my head over a bowl of steam three times a day. But I can't even make it down the stairs to boil the water. And if I could, I would need to fight off the mice that have taken over our kitchen. How can I bring a child into this mess?
Which brings me to the other overwhelming issue confronting us right now; mice infestation. Once you get a family of mice in your house, do you know how quickly they reproduce? We do! Just fast enough to fill your silverware drawer with poop every day. Yes, it's very unsanitary. For about a month we have been looking the other way and putting off the extermination decision, because I have met several of the mice personally when they get stuck in the recycling drawer and they are darn cute. Like, mind-bogglingly cute. So cute that their dead little souls will invade my dreams if I go about setting traps. But the humane solution is to trap them one at a time in a cage, and then let them go in the woods about a 10-minute walk from our house. Which is not very feasible times 25 mice if I can't even walk down the stairs.
I've been thinking about buying a pet store cage, trapping the mice one by one, caring for them in the cage until we think we've caught the whole nest, and then freeing them all together somewhere far from our house. Do you think wild mice are more feral than pet store mice and will go about tearing each other to bits in their newfound captivity? Because that might be harder to take than the dead ones in the traps.