i need a flute.

i would play the flute. and make all the mice follow me into the country side. isnt that what happened in that childrens book? i am watching a house. i have been there a few times before. that has mice! not like bad. running all over the place. but i noticed all the droppings under the sink. alert. alert. i knew exactly what that meant. also there was steal wool that looked like it had been in a hole. but was pushed out. i let the home owners know i actually saw one. brace yourselves. i opened the dishwasher and it scurried across the bottom. eeek. ick. just gross! they actually came home for a night, during my stay. they set a couple of traps under the sink. i got back over that night. and one mr. mouse was in the trap. i removed him. left the other trap. next night. mr. mouse #2. i left him overnight. you know, to set a message to the other members of the nest. i went out the next day. bought more traps. i will note. i am using the old fashion kind. call me cruel. call peta. but there is something about knowing that it has been trapped. peace of mind. instead of the sticky pads where you can see fur on the corner. so you knowthey got away. or did they eat the poison. where will they die. you get the point. within 2 hours of my new traps. i heard a snap while watching tv. mouse #3. a little smaller than the others. this has now turned into my daily routine for this house. let the dogs out for pee. feed them dinner. let them back outside for more business time. go get the broom and a small bag. dispose of the dead mouse. set new traps if needed. its beginning to feel like ground hog day. so about that flute...