“The mother said it all began with a mice problem after she signed a two-year lease last June.
She added to the news outlet: ‘The mice were really bad, jumping in and out of the trash cans. Eating on my bread. Everything.’
The snakes are there to eradicate pestilence, as God intended.
Maybe she’d prefer Lepto, plague or Hantavirus.
Shudder!
One of my wife's co-workers (everyone in this story is an MD but me) contracted Hantavirus Pulmonary Syndrome (HPS) after sweeping out her attic.
Apparently, the broom aerosolized some dried mouse droppings, she breathed it in and, the next thing you know, she's fighting for her life.
My wife described to me what the lady went through, including the extraordinary lengths to which the medical team went (which to me sounds way worse than the usual process of dying) in order to save her, which they did.
IIRC (it's been many years), they had to flush out her lungs with fluids, without the use of anesthetics; i.e., she had to drown, while remaining fully conscious many agonizing minutes, without anesthetics, in order to live. Sheesh! Couldn't they find an easier way?
Anyhoo, it scares the crap out of me.
We have a large storage unit that's been overrun by mice and I'm not going in it to clean it up. I've had a bad pneumonia before. My wife tells me HPS is like the worst pneumonia ever. I don't know what to do really. Many thousands of dollars worth of our stuff down the drain, I guess.
Probably should try to find one of those environmental contractors, like the guys who clean up asbestos sites. But who?