He who hears chewing has a mouse.
He who hears chewing and is told it will go away will later have mice.
Months ago I was woken early in the morn to an irritating noise in the ceiling: Gnawing. Seems a little friend had moved into a space, and unfortunately, a space where I could not get at him. Noting it, we had been powerless to stop it. Now, the siege has begun. Formerly from their side, keeping me awake all night with their rowdy mousey parties (Sounded like being in a hotel room next to some honeymooners with the frequency of mouse squeaks) and one constantly running all over the ceiling (I guess they ran out of beer so that one is doing the runs). But now it is my turn to put them under siege.
The war has begun!
I have started by hauling out the contents of closets, vaccuming, noting holes they have been kind to renovate into my walls. We plan to stick a hardened tiles to cover them initially to deter chewing as we think wood would be chewed through and encourage it. I am so going to put runes on the tiles just because I enjoy inside jokes (He who removes this taped tile will allow the rodent scourge to return to the lands).
I've also found the big hole, the entrance to the VIP Club... It shall be tiled.
Note to self: Mousetraps on toes and fingers =
I bet these poor mice forgot the end of the whole thing...
He who angers things bigger than you is in trouble. Watch for traps.