I found some mice in the trailer. Not mice, mind you, but the evidence of the little critters. Little pellets, shredded paper nests, and chewed holes in the tent fabric where they entered.
There’s something profoundly disturbing about knowing that a batch of small rodents has invaded the small, enclosed place where, while on vacation, you cook, sleep, change diapers and eat food. This is not a good thing.
Why are they there? There’s no food in the trailer for them to eat. I made absolutely certain of that when I closed up the trailer for the winter. The only substantial thing for them to gnaw at was a roll of paper towels, which they thoughtfully disassembled and distributed in several locations throughout the trailer. They also worked their way through a glove, one of the curtains and a half-used roll of toilet paper left in the bathroom.
The thing that most annoys me is that I don’t know where they came from. Gratned I live out in the woods, so I ought to expect to see mice occasionally. But I don’t. We don’t have a cat, and I haven’t seen any snakes around, so I’m uncertain if there are any predators in the area.
And I don’t know how they got in. After the first attack of the mice, I made certain to plug the trailer up good. I used steel wool to plug every obvious hole. But of course they got in through the less-than-obvious holes. According to the Centers for Disease Control, a mouse can squeeze through a hole the size of a nickel.
And I just received a call from the people working on the trailer. Seems they found several nickel-sized holes underneath the trailer. Of course they’re where I couldn’t see them. They plan to close off the holes with aluminum panels. The bill, of course, will be less than thrilling.
But hopefully the mice will be gone.