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rootofnewtso, we're sitting in the living room, listening to worldlinktv...
when we hear the rustling of plastic bags.
tom quietly stalks into the kitchen, but says he can't see anything. he sits back down.
a few minutes later, we hear it again.
tom stalks again, this time he says he thinks we're hearing the mouse LEAVING the bags. i pointed out that it probably jumped into another bag and we've only heard it in a couple (i have rutabags and turnips, along with canned goods, in those bags)...
well, i start pulling out cans to wash and put away. then i get to the third bag. i see that someone has put the new bag of hamburger buns (we buy them at whole foods) in a paper bag. it was on the kitchen table yesterday afternoon and *i* didn't have a hamburger for dinner like someone i know.
i lift out the buns. a mouse stares up at me from inside the paper bag.
"FOUND IT!" i yell as i grab the bag and close it. boy and i run to the living room with the bag, put on shoes, and jump in the car to release this mouse in the muddy field.
i'm wearing my bathrobe, my hair is in braids, i have my glasses on. i put on my wooden/leather swedish clogs. quite a sight, i'm sure.
so, time it clean surfaces in the kitchen again, then if more poop shows up, the cursing will start anew.
score:
victor green trapdoor trap: 0
victor gray one-mouse traps: 0
tomcat trap: 1 (and several failures)
paper grocery bag: 2
yeah. you get the moral of my story?
forget traps and poison. all you need is a little luck.... and paper grocery sacks. plastic bags in them so you can hear when the mouse explores. quick thinking and acting.
i offered to let boy drop kick the eaten-into bag of buns (only thing breached) into the yard (it's a habit we cherish), but we decided to toss it in a paper bag as bait, in case we have MORE mice.
when we hear the rustling of plastic bags.
tom quietly stalks into the kitchen, but says he can't see anything. he sits back down.
a few minutes later, we hear it again.
tom stalks again, this time he says he thinks we're hearing the mouse LEAVING the bags. i pointed out that it probably jumped into another bag and we've only heard it in a couple (i have rutabags and turnips, along with canned goods, in those bags)...
well, i start pulling out cans to wash and put away. then i get to the third bag. i see that someone has put the new bag of hamburger buns (we buy them at whole foods) in a paper bag. it was on the kitchen table yesterday afternoon and *i* didn't have a hamburger for dinner like someone i know.
i lift out the buns. a mouse stares up at me from inside the paper bag.
"FOUND IT!" i yell as i grab the bag and close it. boy and i run to the living room with the bag, put on shoes, and jump in the car to release this mouse in the muddy field.
i'm wearing my bathrobe, my hair is in braids, i have my glasses on. i put on my wooden/leather swedish clogs. quite a sight, i'm sure.
so, time it clean surfaces in the kitchen again, then if more poop shows up, the cursing will start anew.
score:
victor green trapdoor trap: 0
victor gray one-mouse traps: 0
tomcat trap: 1 (and several failures)
paper grocery bag: 2
yeah. you get the moral of my story?
forget traps and poison. all you need is a little luck.... and paper grocery sacks. plastic bags in them so you can hear when the mouse explores. quick thinking and acting.
i offered to let boy drop kick the eaten-into bag of buns (only thing breached) into the yard (it's a habit we cherish), but we decided to toss it in a paper bag as bait, in case we have MORE mice.
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Date: 2002-11-17 02:32 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2002-11-17 02:46 pm (UTC)Da Mouses from Hell
The only way you & Boy are going to succeed in ridding your abode of these vile disease spreading creatures is:
1) Aquire several death dealing traps
2) Buy a hairless cat, grown & hungry hopefully.
3 ) Move elsewhere
However if you choose the moving option have the Ryder truck filled with cyanide gas...
In other words DEATH to the little vermin... No being Ms. Nice Toucan, pull a Bucky Kat on them & send them to their just reward.....the bowels of HELL. (give them a bath---flush'em down the toilet)
They will not leave --you're in their domain, why do you think the people before left...
It will only get worse the colder it gets, this happens every fall in the country..Just be happy the cows don't move inside...
Snakes
Date: 2002-11-17 04:58 pm (UTC)Re: Snakes
Date: 2002-11-18 02:58 am (UTC)<TESTOSTERONE>
Ahem. My darling is refering to herself and our sisters.
I would like to go on record as never having schrieked upon encountering our house snakes. My loudest vocalization to date has been a quiet "Oh, there you are" when I found one coiled around the conduit to a light switch.
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