It wasn’t long after we arrived at the apartment before we knew we were not alone. Between the small black pellets left indiscreetly in the middle of our living room to the scurrying noises from inside the wall during the night, we were on their turf. The first mouse we saw ran out from the couch, jumped in Ally’s carry-on bag and started nibbling on a week old chocolate chip cookie left over from a hotel we had stayed at in Charlottesville before flying to Germany.
The next day I went to Hornbacher (German Home Depot) and found their mouse killing aisle. A few Euros, three mousetraps, and a bar of Milka (Ganze Haselnüsse) later, I returned home prepared for a protracted engagement. Why Milka, you might ask? Some of it is made in Lörrach, and much as the locals drink Lasser Pils (brewed a block away from us) my bet was Milka is probably a local mouse favorite.
A week later, I turn to you, dear reader, for some food recommendations. The first few nights, much to Ally’s relief (disgust), the Milka worked. Since then? Nothing – and trust me – they’re still here. We traded the Milka for some cheese (alternating between Mimolette and mini Baybybel) but it seems as though German mice don’t like French cheese.
Before I run to the grocery store does anybody have any suggestions or recommendations on German cheese or chocolate that both mouse and man will like? Limburger, Emmental…Rittersport?
