...I think I have finally assimilated into "the country life" 100%, because it didn't even freak me out to hear that irritating *nibble* sound coming from under my fridge. I whacked the side of my Whirlpool a few times, figuring it would scare the intruder into the open (thus affording me a clean shot with the broom, ha!), but no luck. My cat is worthless in this department; she is declawed, uninterested in anything beyond 9-Lives tuna with egg, and usually asleep on my office chair.
I went back to the living room to consider my next move, and I'll be damned if the gnawing hadn't moved to the stove...wtf? That was it! No rodent--regardless of how tiny, hungry, or scared it might be--is going to take up residence in my kitchen! I had a bagful of snap traps from the last incident in August, so I set them along the wall carefully (thinking, he/she is prolly giggling like mad at me). Waited another hour...again, no dice. Time to call in the big guns.
My friend James is such an animal lover...I mean, I love animals too, but he is literally a modern-day Dr. Doolittle! After I was successful with glue traps in my previous extermination, James begged me to use my quicker, more humane snap traps. I have to admit, it sure was hard to dispose of the glue trap with the furry little bugger squirming so much, his eyes wide with fear. Still, mice are filthy little critters, and I am a lunatic about having a clean kitchen. Against J's wishes (I swear, I could hear him chastising me from Louisiana!), I laid a glue trap near the stove, another behind the fridge. The nibbling continued, and I wondered what the fuck this mouse could be eating...a stray dog kibble, perhaps?
Then it dawned on me. I opened the food bin, and removed two nuggets...embedding one in each of the glue traps. It didn't take but 10 minutes for my unwelcome guest to find himself wearing a glue sweater, betrayed by his undeniable hunger. I placed the tray inside a white plastic bag, then walked it outside to the garbage cans rather quickly.
The guilt pangs arrived shortly afterward....dammit, I'm such a Catholic.
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I'm feeling the guilt by association-that Catholic stuff is strong, ain't it?
I was also thinking...don't your dogs make a fuss when they hear the mouse? I think Spot would be fussing till I caught it.
and you better check that the mouse didn't nibble on something important, like the appliance wires!
Yoo-hoo! what's new?
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