Way back in another life time (early 1960s) I was working up at what became
Colorado Outward Bound School (clearing land and put up multiple buildings).
We slept in tents and after a while, built platforms to get us up off the dirt.
Humm . . . . seems platforms and bedding and the other things we had for
comfort attracted mice.
I was up one night after putting out some decon, and had multiple mice going
after the decon. I decided to see if I could throw (flip actually) a knife and
possibly get one. Nope . . . not even close. So I went and got a trap. The only
thing I had to bait it with was old chocolate chips. WORKS GREAT! Except
that every time I would set a trap and then try to go to sleep, you would
hear SNAP. The first six or eight times I thought "neat!" After that it got
annoying, but far better than the mice. Almost a P.S. to that, a stale Choc.
Chip is good for about five mice (talk about economy!).
Well fast forward a few days of dumping the dead mice out the door and
what should appear but a LARGE rat. It seems he liked the diet supplement
of mice. Well . . . a trusty .22 pistol cured him of coming in the tent.