Our rice shop downstairs does have cats, but it is also because mice are too wild and presumptuous when there are no cats. So if you, as a mouse, are lucky enough to fall into the rice jar one day, you are insatiable. If you are full, don't show off everywhere, hook up with foreign mothers and leave too many babies in the rice shop to play, which will eventually lead to great disaster. At the same time, a strong stomach should be prepared to digest excess food. As the saying goes, no house, no date/no appetite, no food. In particular, some mice that broke out migrated from other neighborhoods without oil and water. If you can't restrain yourself for a while, you will inevitably fall into fatty liver, which is enough to warn rats.
In the days when there were cats, the activities of mice were greatly restricted until the environment changed greatly-the rice shop went from bad to worse because of the cancellation of the ration system, and finally it had to sell the pavement and merge into the soy sauce shop on the corner. With the removal of the rice shop, the mouse lost its main food source and parted ways. The cat also moved away with the owner of the rice shop, and then disappeared. However, for a long time to come, there are always several white wildcats living downstairs. Their fur is pure, which is different from other wildcats. We always suspected that they were descendants of Midian cats at that time.
I don't know when the mouse learned the ability to climb the wall along the telephone line. In summer, when people open the window to sleep, they sneak into the crowd upstairs and steal food everywhere. Although there are no more rice shops downstairs, new bars and coffee bars have been opened, and these bars do not serve dinner dutifully, so the garbage and feet produced are enough to feed a large family of mice.
One year, rats were rampant and dared to covet my hibiscus bird. A gray mouse ran to the cage, probably to grab some bird food first. As a result, the petite bird was frightened, flapping its wings desperately and making a harsh cry. Just as it was about to open the birdcage door, my grandfather found it and ran away. Later, I found that all the longevity fruit put outside had been eaten up, and I ate it carefully: the shell was opened, the peanuts inside disappeared, and the broken shells and peels were scattered all over the floor. Such blatant large-scale theft is beyond the reach of rats. So our family decided to declare war on rats. Soon I got a mouse cage. On the first day, I put half a fried dough stick in a rat cage, drenched with sesame oil, and the smell made people drool. As expected, I found a mouse in the cage the next morning. This increases our confidence in human wisdom: rats are not as clever as people anyway.
Unexpectedly, when I went to bed the next night, two mice made a scene in the living room. At first, I only heard a slight squeak, but later it became louder and louder, and it was continuous, unlike a mouse. After a while, two mice suddenly appeared from the corner and ran around the living room in tandem. It's loud. It looks more like a fight. My mother thought it was an illusion, but there was nothing she could do. She can only continue to prepare the mouse cage. But generally speaking, the mouse cage can only be used once. Sure enough, the next night, although the mouse made more trouble, it still refused to enter the cage. Since then, this cage has never played a role.
Last time, it was said that the mouse trap lost its function after catching the mouse, from which we saw the cleverness of the mouse, or conversely, the cunning. I still don't understand why mice are no longer fooled. One possible explanation is that after being caught, the former mouse released a special smell in despair and stayed in the cage to warn his companions not to approach the trap.
Generally speaking, rat cages are used by deception, which means that people who are willing take the bait. However, this method requires the captured subject to have a low IQ. This reminds me of an old joke that three people are boring, and one person asks how to make a cat eat hot sauce voluntarily (here we can imagine that these three people are three people we know at random, even leaders). One of them said to tie up the cat and break its mouth and stuff it in; The other said that the cat food was mixed with hot sauce, so that the cat could eat hot sauce while eating. The questioner said that neither method was clever. The first method is violence, and the second method is deception. The method he proposed is to apply hot sauce on the cat's ass, so that after a while, the cat will feel hot and have to lick the hot sauce off its ass and eat it willingly.
As far as catching mice is concerned, violence is not feasible at first. I've never heard of anyone who can beat a mouse with his bare hands and capture it alive. The method of cheating only succeeded once, and it was proved to be a failure later. Then there is only one way, that is, let the mouse be cornered and trap itself. So a new weapon appeared: there is a chemical called mouse glue, which should be a very sticky glue. When this glue is coated on the cardboard, a powerful rat-sticking board is made. As long as the mouse runs past the sticky buckle, it will be stuck by the adhesive and cannot move. Moreover, the more you struggle, the larger the sticking range, until the mouse is exhausted. It is not enough to use the sticky mouse board alone, because the area of the board is small, and even if it is placed in a place frequented by rats, the chance of being trampled is not great. So in order to ensure foolproof, my mother left the kitchen door half-hidden, and put two sticky mouse boards in the gap left. In this way, no matter whether the mouse enters the kitchen from the living room or the kitchen, it is impossible to avoid the sticky mouse board-unless it jumps over. Of course, if we really meet a jumping mouse, we have to admit that we are unlucky. At the same time, we have adopted the tactics of clearing the field, so that the mouse can't find anything to eat, so that whether in the living room or the kitchen, it will try its best to enter other rooms for food, thus inevitably stepping on the sticky mouse board.
Facts have proved that this method is very successful. As long as there is abnormal movement in the room, put a sticky mouse board as usual, and you will find something in the morning. At most, two mice are stuck on two boards at the same time. We wonder if the second mouse got stuck trying to save its companion. After the mouse is caught, it is a question of how to deal with it. Once after sticking to a mouse, it kept barking, which was very annoying. My mother asked me to clamp it to death in a vise. But every time my pliers clamp its head and neck, it will make a harsh cry. In the dim light, round little eyes seem to be full of begging. After repeated attempts, the mouse did not die. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore and gave up. Later, the next day, we saw some wild cats wandering around downstairs, so we threw the dying mouse down, and it was soon discovered by the cats. It was estimated that its ending was very tragic. From then on, I felt that this way of killing mice was too cruel. Although it is abhorrent for rats to steal food, the "rights of rats" should still be fully respected. Later, a more humane way was used to kill mice-usually by scalding them directly with boiling water. Because my family doesn't have a meat factory and no more advanced tools, it's not bad to leave a whole corpse. Of course, we don't hang dead mice in the window to play a deterrent role, because mice are not afraid. As long as human beings and mice continue to exist on the earth, the war between them will not end. However, in this small battlefield of our home, human beings have temporarily gained the initiative. But maybe one day, mice will take to the stage and claim that they are the masters of this planet.