Adventures in Pest Control

Dear Wal,

Last Friday, it got suddenly cold outside. Thus far, this winter has been extremely mild, so we haven't had to practice any kind of regular pest control, other than the poison Dad puts under the house. All the mice have been outside enjoying the warm weather and happily multiplying. Now that it's January, and winter has finally decided to show up, the mice are panicking and running for cover.
In the house.
Friday night, we start hearing noises in the walls. And then on the kitchen floor. And then on the floor in my room. And then on the floor in my closet. I didn't understand what was going on, and I wake up bleary and half-dreaming to these rustling sounds. My first thought is the cat, but we put the cat out at night (because, strange things happen in the night when we forget to put the cat out). My second thought is: someone has come into my room and they're about to kill me. It took me a few more seconds of wakefulness to realize that was ridiculous. If someone was trying to kill me, they wouldn't make that much noise. A brief image of my floor covered in deadly vipers flashed before my eyes, before I got a handle on my imagination and woke up the rest of the way and I realized it had to be a mouse.
We all got up the next morning with tales of noises in the night. Dad got under the house and put out some more poison. That took care of some of them. But lo and behold, Saturday night while Mom and I were sitting on the couch we heard something scrabbling around in the kitchen. So I took off my shoes and crept into the kitchen in my socks. I pretended I was the cat, and padded very carefully toward the source of the sound. Unfortunately, after a few exploratory kicks at the trash can I still hadn't discovered the mouse. However, that night there weren't anymore sounds of mice moving around in my room.
Sunday morning I scooped up my earbuds from where I had left them on my chair, plugged them in and discovered that the rubber end of one of them had been half eaten by a mouse. I could see the teeth marks. Thankfully, I have about a million of those rubber things. Skullcandy puts three extra sets in with every set of earbuds. Sunday and Monday go by, nothing exciting happens.
Then I get up this morning, grab my ear buds off my chair like I always do, sit down to watch Good Mythical Morning, and discover that one of the buds has been entirely eaten off. This is the weirdest way I have ever lost a pair of earbuds. Gotten them pulled out of my ears a few times, gotten them caught in things, or worn out. You know how it is.
But no, my earbuds have been eaten by mice. I'm thinking about keeping them just for story telling value.

/endrant

P.S. I'm going to set a mouse trap in my room tonight. Wish me luck.