DISCLAIMER: I am neither an exterminator nor an endocrinologist, and none of what follows is intended as medical or pesticidal advice. If you have diabetes, or unwanted rodents, you should (as will become abundantly clear) consult an appropriate professional.
The forests have exploded in deciduous green.
My eyes have decided they're allergic to something that comes alive around 5 pm.
The mouse living in our wall has come out of hibernation. Yep. Mouse. I spotted her for the first time two days ago, while I was relaxing on the sofa, drinking tea and reading Savage Love. Dan Savage's advice doesn't extend to pest control, I assume, but since our mouse chose to come out while I was reading a letter from a guy interested in gender reassignment "lite," I concluded that this mouse was a biological male who identifies as female.
She twitched her nose then ran back under the radiator. I didn't know what to do. So, in gender-stereotypical fashion, I waited for Paul to get home.
More anon ...
And what do I think accounts for the increase?
More anon ...
Leah looking lovely at the beach ...
The Bhangra Festival! What a great poster.
But, to get back to the mouse — let's call her Bhangra (since that music style, too, is all hybrid and whatnot) — I turned the problem over to Paul, and he, in gender-stereotypical fashion, went to Home Hardware for traps.
Two classic, spring-loaded Victor brand mousetraps. With a small supply of dry dog kibble to use as bait.
I'm guessing Freddie could smell her, and probably would have pounced if she'd darted across his path, but otherwise, he didn't seem to give a rat's/mouse's ass about her presence.
Baby Geese on the Run!
Freddie and the Dragon-boaters at False Creek
According to the folks who keep track of North Americans' dietary habits, chances are high that these three healthy-looking individuals are at least a little lacking in (drumroll) ... MAGNESIUM. And, if any of them happens to be diabetic? In the absence of supplementation, magnesium deficiency is very likely.
Who knew? Well, probably lots of folks. But I didn't ... until a few months ago, anyway, when I started reading about the crucial importance of magnesium for insulin sensitivity and general carbohydrate metabolism (among a few hundred other things).
Nymph of the Roundabout
Although insulin resistance is much more of an issue for Type 2 diabetics than for Type 1s (the bodies of T2Ds often produce buckets of insulin; they just can't use it), it seems that magnesium deficiency in both T1s and T2s compromises insulin sensitivity and just generally fucks up carbohydrate metabolism — pardon my French.
So ... if I've got this (more or less) right, having diabetes predisposes me to a deficiency in a mineral I really need in order to control my diabetes. Awesome. You can probably guess what I decided to do ... but first ...
Clark Gable meets Cary Grant in East Vancouver?
Late that evening, Paul set a trap next to the radiator and one in the kitchen cupboard under the sink (where a few other people in our building have made mouse sightings).
... but not a creature was stirring, not even ... well, Freddie did make his usual racket of scuffling and snuffling in his crate before settling down ... but no snaps or squeals.
Stay tuned ...
Yep, I took a trip to the vitamin store to stock up on magnesium — a very inexpensive supplement, as supplements go. It wasn't my usual vitamin store but, rather, the Whole Foods vitamin section, where, coincidentally, the woman who offered to help me as I stared at the multiple shelves of magnesium products turned out to be a 40+ year veteran of Type 1 diabetes. She seemed to be doing quite fine, health-wise, and she swore by magnesium as an absolute necessity for the T1 toolkit.
That was about three months ago. I haven't been very consistent, but I'd say that, most days, I've been taking close to double the usual (ie. non-diabetic) dosage for supplemental magnesium.
Graffiti for Pitties
And in the morning? Well ... I confess I was relieved to learn that the traps were empty (you didn't think I'd check them myself, did you?), but, of course, that meant we still had a mouse problem.
Enter Charles, our next-door neighbour (actually, he was exiting his apartment as Freddie and I were returning from our morning walk) ... who, in response to my mouse news, cheerfully informed me that, in addition to lethal mousetraps, Home Hardware also sells an ultrasonic mouse deterrent. You plug the thing into an outlet (yeah, electricity, argh), and it emits a noise inaudible to humans and dogs but repulsive to mice.
This apartment was emitting Stanley Cup playoff noises.
I was happy about this information ... but I was also a little woozy, as my blood sugar was tanking yet again. Apparently it can take 3-4 months for magnesium supplementation to have the desired effect(s), and while correlation doesn't equal causation, I think there's a pretty good chance those pills I've been popping for the past three months have perked up my insulin sensitivity and carbohydrate metabolism. As I mentioned above, this is a good thing (needing/having excess insulin in the system promotes excess fat storage, among other things); I just need to cut back accordingly on the amount of insulin I'm taking.
I also need to swim!
Inside our door, Freddie alerted me. I had some raisins. Then Paul came home, and I told him about the mouse deterrent. Paul isn't so stereotypically macho that he felt compelled to dispatch Bhangra to Mouse Heaven. He returned to Home Hardware and came back with a pair of ultrasonic devices, which we installed in the living room and the hallway.
Three days have passed. Aaannnd ..... ?
I was moments away from hitting "Publish" on this post and announcing my successes in endocrinology and pest control. I went to the kitchen to turn off the screeching kettle. Several meters away, in the living room, the device plugged into our wall was, I can only assume, emitting an ultrasonic screech of its own.
Was the mouse that ran across the kitchen floor as I filled the teapot fleeing from the racket in the living room? Had Bhangra gone off her hormone therapy and doubled in size since I last saw her, or was this a brand new intruder (in need of his/her own name)? Will moving the second device into the kitchen solve the problem, or are we back to Victor traps and dog food?
Sigh.
And is my new insulin sensitivity really magnesium-induced or merely the result of hauling 70-odd pounds of dog and gear across town multiple times a week?
I dunno.
Fortunately, these are not earth-shaking questions. There are more important things to think about ...
Thanks for stopping by! ¡Hasta la próxima!
