Just Rambling ~ No TG Content

Really.  If you only have a limited time to do your tg reading, go elsewhere and read this later, if you wish.  I won't be insulted.  I will notice however. :D

Occasionally, I have a problem with mice in my house.  I'll be sitting at my computer in the basement and I'll hear feet scurrying across the ceiling above me.

I tried glue traps.  After catching a mouse I would carefully peel its little feet off the glue and put him elsewhere.  Then one mouse sort of laid down on the glue and I had to drown the poor thing.  No more glue.

Rather than torture the animal by leaving it in a glue trap, I bought a couple of snap traps.  After I caught the first one, I mentioned to my wife that I caught one and I'll have to bag it and toss it.  My sons looked surprised and said "why don't you just let it go?"  I said "this isn't a Tom and Jerry cartoon."

I got rid of the snap traps too.

Then I found little cage traps.  I had used them for squirrels but I didn't know they made them for mice.  I put a little peanut butter in the back of each, put two back-to-back along a wall, and after a couple of false alarms I caught the critter.  I brought him some distance from my house and let him go.

A couple of times a year, I'd hear the little footsteps in the ceiling and in a few days I had a mouse which I would take to work and let go in some bushes there.

A couple of weeks ago, the pitter-patter of little feet was back.  I check the traps daily, but I forgot to check the trap on Sunday morning.  Monday morning, I remembered to check the closed trap.

Mice weigh a bit less than nothing, so it's hard to tell if the trap is full or just closed.  If I set the trap down, sometimes it will rock and I'll know it's occupied.  But opening it might result in an empty trap or it might result in a little grey head with large black eyes and larger white teeth popping out.

I took the trap outside and c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y opened the door just a bit.

A tail flopped out.  Great.  I killed a mouse.

I tried to turn the trap so the tail would flop back in.  It didn't quite go back in and I didn't want to touch the mouse so I put it on the bench in front of my house, with the door almost tightly closed.  It was sort of out of sight.  I figured, after work I'll bag and dispose of the mouse.

When I got home I pulled out a couple of plastic bags, went to the trap, opened the door, and nothing flopped out.  The trap was empty.

Apparently, I made a bad situation worse.  A few nights later I heard a mouse in the ceiling.  I didn't catch one and it stopped.  But I still don't know if I have a mouse in my house, or if I have a zombie mouse in the house.  But just in case, every morning I check the trap, and then I check to make sure I still have my brains.

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