It Started With One Small Sound
My name is Melissa. I live outside Columbus, Ohio, with my husband and our two kids.
Our house is 68 years old. Charming, but drafty. The kind of house with "character" which, I learned, is real-estate speak for a hundred tiny gaps a mouse could fit through.
The first night I heard it, I figured it was nothing.
By week two, it wasn't nothing anymore.
It was right behind my headboard. Every single night, a few minutes after the lights went out.
I'd sit up. Turn on the lamp. Nothing there. Turn the light back off. It would start again ten minutes later.
I tried the things everyone tells you to try.
- Peppermint oil on cotton balls — worked for maybe two days, then nothing.
- Snap traps in the kitchen — caught one mouse. Then the scratching in my bedroom kept going.
- A plug-in ultrasonic gadget — I honestly couldn't tell if it did anything at all.
By week four, I hadn't had a full night's sleep in almost a month.
I was short with my kids over the smallest things. I was washing dishes twice before I'd use them. I knew, deep down, my reaction was getting bigger than the actual problem. But I couldn't stop it.
That's when I finally asked a pest control tech who'd come out for a neighbor: "Why does nothing actually work for very long?"
What he told me changed everything.