In my former house there were mouses. My parents put some glue on a plate with cheese in the middle, and it was pretty effective. But maybe you just don't like having a mouse sticked to somewhere yelling and all that...
But IMHO, you better take care of the moths *shivers at the pic*.
5w4 - Idiosyncratic/Leisurely/Dramatic
It's the devil's way now.
Hah! I hear that. My girls have their own cat doors and they bring mousies IN so they can play with them.
I nearly always have a live mouse in here somewhere.
Thankfully, it got caught between the pages of a book and Haight beat it to death with a broom.
So. We are to asume that Haight is not "friggin' useless?"
Seriously, I don't let it bother me much. It's amusing to me.
I probably should be more concerned healthwise but it's never gotten to the point where it seems unhealthy. If it did I'd be clueless about how to remedy it as I don't care to murder small fuzzy creatures.
Maybe call your County Extension Agent? I'll bet they'd have some good ideas.
"No ray of sunshine is ever lost, but the green which it awakes into existence needs time to sprout, and it is not always granted to the sower to see the harvest. All work that is worth anything is done in faith." - Albert Schweitzer