Don't be fooled by these serene vacation pictures. These pictures were taken in Maine when all was well in the RV. We now have an uninvited visitor in our RV and I am hell bent to get rid of it.
After several days and at least 12 traps, nothing. So we decided, OK, maybe the little sucker left. So we cleaned everything, vacuumed everything, and just in case, left the following tempting material out: paper towels in the kitchen, toilet paper in the bath, and a box of tissue in the bedroom (this is what had been disturbed earlier). I figured if there was any activity in the paper department, our visitor was still around. And so we waited. And for the last two days, I went out and checked each morning and, yay, no signs.
And then there was yesterday. I went into the coach, looked in the bedroom, and shoot!! There were little tiny bits of tissue in the bookshelf above the bed. So I called our wildlife guy back and he will come today. But in the meantime, I have taken matter into my own hands. He used peanut butter in his traps and generated no interest. I use bacon in mine. Just a tiny little piece and then I rub bacon grease on the wood as a special attractor. I put a trap in the bottom compartment and I put one in the bedroom. Actually, Janet put one in the bedroom because I'm too scared to go in there.
I have not been in the coach yet this morning because I'm waiting for my trapper. And even though I did not catch anything in the bottom compartment, the bacon is gone. Tonight, I'm trying a new technique I read about. I'm tying the bacon on with a little piece of floss. But maybe, just maybe, I will have a surprise in the inside trap which I could tell you about if I had the nerve to go in there. So stay tuned. I'm hoping to have some good news in the next few days. And for you non-RVers, this is a pretty common occurrence, unfortunately. Those little suckers can get in a hole that's only 1/4" wide. And yes, I now know way more than I wanted to know about this topic although I did learn a lot of it at my mother's knee. After all, I did grow up on a farm.