We realised we'd got mice about 6 months ago, put down traps and plugged in the sonic thingies, didn't catch any, thought they'd gone. Then 3 months ago I was home alone reading quietly when one ran out, looked at me, and ran back in, so clearly they never left. Shortly after that we realised that there is a nest in our exterior wall in between the flat above and our flat (we are on the second floor - these are clearly mountain mice...). We've seen them running into their nest via the drainpipe which is on our fire escape. They have never touched the traps - we've tried peanut butter, bacon, cheese and chocolate. A couple of weeks ago after a big rainstorm we opened our pantry door to find half a loaf of bread eaten & mouse poo all over every single shelf. So I cleaned everything & put poison down (I know it's cruel but getting nowhere with the traps). I've put all food away in tupperware or glass jars - there's nothing they can gnaw into any more. The poison was gone next morning - masses of it. And the next morning, and the next. They were spreading the poison all over the crockery & the floor when eating it, so I've switched from loose poison to the Rentokil boxes.
Our next door neighbours told me they have mice too, and I know that upstairs have them because I've heard them scratching in our ceiling at night.
The worst is my husband is allergic to furry animals (cats are the worst but he also reacts to dogs, rabbits etc.), and he is currently trying to watch the Holland Russia match through eyes swelled half shut, tears streaming down his cheeks, sneezing every 3 minutes or so. It's making him really ill. And our DS is asthmatic (clear at the moment, but I don't want him sleeping amongst mice).
Please somebody advise me - should we get professional exterminators? Or the council? We don't own this flat we rent from a friend, and she only owns the flat - the exterior & common parts are supposed to be looked after by a management company who have done nothing to help us. Am at my wits end, it's making me miserable to see DH getting iller and iller, to have to wash up everything before we use it because it's likely to have had mice on it, even if it was put away clean. Oh I could cry...