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Oh man, I have been waiting to write this bad boy for a minute. So, my wife and I moved into our new home with limited signs of mice evidence. I did notice some droppings around our water heater, but assumed they were old and well taken care of. Fast forward a year and we were being ATTACKED! It went from no mice activity to holes in our dog food bags, crawling in the walls, and eventually them running around in the house. The house was the last straw...I began battle. Naturally I went for the cheapest options first. We did wooden mouse traps with peanut butter. They would get set off and the peanut butter would be gone, but no mouse. Next, giant wooden rat traps. Same story. Then, sticky pads and traps combined. Got two kills with the sticky pad, but the mice still seemed to begetting off of them somehow. I WAS LOSING MY MIND! The freaks were still running around the house and pooping everywhere. My whole garage smelled terrible and it was seeping into the house. I would even flip the light on real quick and peak my head into the garage only to see them sitting on my golf bag staring at me. They didn't even care. I took that personally and decided there were no longer any rules. I bought 24 JAWS mouse traps from amazon. These were not as productive as I would have liked, but I was getting kills. Then it happened, 1 RAT (bc this motherlover was huge) got caught in three traps at the same and was still flailing around in my garage. I grabbed my shovel and took its head. The line had been crossed. I was committed. POISON, it had to be done. I read reviews for hours and everyone seemed to have the same issues I did. So I got the bait and spread it in 3 of the main locations I saw activity. They ate it fast, like within the hour. Every time one disappeared, I replaced. Eventually the bait stopped disappearing. Then came the smells. Mice dying in my vents and walls. From what i've read, that will go away. BUT THEN! And you aren't gonna believe this nonsense... My wife and I are watching TV downstairs and something caught her eye. There was a flipping rat sitting within a couple feet of us staring at our Xmas tree. She flipped, I flipped, our son laughed. It didn't move. I walked up to it. Nothing, it stood cold. The poison must have it messed up in the head, right? I decided to sweep it into a box; didn't have to. I put the box down and walked right in. After staring at it for twenty minutes I realized what had to be done. I took it outside and removed it's head with my shovel. The dded was done. Now we wait.... Listen, this stuff will solve your problem. But when the time comes, you will have to "take matters into your own hands". God's Speed.