Margaret Fulcher lives on East Baltimore Street in Washington Hill, and over the last 1½ years, she has bought $225 worth of mouse poison for her house.

The poison comes in big buckets: nine pounds, each holding 144 one-ounce, peanut butter-flavored blocks.

She doesn’t know how many mice she’s killed, only that she’s bought $225 worth of the stuff; the receipts she holds in her hand prove that.

She’s also spent a little on floor traps – the sticky stuff – that she lays along the light blue carpet in her living room. Mice like to run along that wall after getting into her house through the broken foundation on the southwest corner.

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