Heee's Baaak!
Well, obviously not him, or his direct progeny, or even the suspected semi-distant cousins. This guy, or guys, or maybe a gal or two, who knows, are too many miles away and too many years later to be any bit related to the Eating Utensil Slain One.
But none the same, they must be the same kinda creatures. Yup. Mice. In my house.
Now, unlike the other times, I haven't detected them by hearing them...not yet anyway (ugh, not looking forward to it), but I was searching my bathroom storage cabinet for something unrelated. The cabinet cozies up to the water heater under it with ample gaps available for said creatures to utilize. Yes, I knew about these gaps and never thought anything of it since I figured there'd be nothing to attract any vermin in this area. But apparently they like baby wipes since I found what you can see below.
Yes, this is a packet of baby wipes that's been chewed open and maybe they sucked on them, for the water content? Or maybe the small amount of chemicals they use in them are sweet to them? I never tasted baby wipes frankly so I wouldn't know.
Note: There were lots of bits of baby wipe debris strewn about but I had already cleaned it up when I thought about taking this picture and then repositioning the now wasted (because it not only was "licked?" by mice but also was bone dry) packet of wipes where it had been.
Side note: Why does a sixty-something-year-old single dude have baby wipes? Answer: Of course, to get the best cleanse when, you know, needed; I don't use archaic, terrible toilet paper. I use baby wipes. Much better IMHO. Just don't flush 'em. Even the ones that say they can be flushed. Use a sanitation pail that gets regularly emptied, just like you would if you had a baby.
Now of course my thoughts about what animal did this thing went first to the critters I recently witnessed via my spy cams, I mean security footage.
That's right...racoons! But my cameras only captured them on a couple of nights and no more so I think they were a roaming band that just were passing through.
These guys though, are permanent pests:
These fucking feral cats. They've never left. But at least I haven't smelled their funky spray this winter, unlike last, and no wild fuck sessions/tom cat fights...unless I was asleep and didn't hear it. And I kinda think they haven't been back under the house again.
This pest, well, he's always around:
It's What About NoFu after all.
As far as the baby wipe mystery, I'm guessing it must be a Mr. Jingles and company. I'll not set traps or poison, yet, since I didn't see any signs of infestation like droppings or hearing them in the walls. One nice thing about mobile home walls, I don't think mice really like to nest in them since, well, they'd be pressed against aluminum on one side exposed to the very weather they'd be trying to escape from.
So fuck you Mr. Jingles. My shitty construction on my poverty home isn't for you. Go invade and inhabit the fuckers with thick drywall constructed homes like the fuckers across Bayview only a thousand yards away:
