This is what I found tonight.
The poor little soul got a little too nosy.
Then there is this version of a mouse trap.
A couple of hours after finding the above corpse, I sat down on my couch, thus prompting a mouse to scoot out from underneath and scurry across the floor.
Believe it or not I only screamed once and then, heaving a big sigh, went in search of my trusty mouse catcher.
In the meantime Chlorox took up the chase and trapped the poor thing in a corner and then sat down to patiently wait for it to move again.
I took over and placed the bucket over as much of the mouse as I could (considering that it was wedged tightly into a corner) and then used the handle of the brush to scooch it all the way under the bucket. Then I slid a piece of heavy paper underneath, flipped the bucket over, and plopped on the top.
The little guy is now over in another neighbors yard, hopefully finding shelter in a falling down shed and not coming back to my house.
Chorox, still waiting for her little friend to come out and play.
3 comments:
Why is is we say "Eeek! Mouse!" set traps to get rid of them and then feel so sorry for the poor little moude that got snapped in the trap?? I do it every time I've had a mouse problem.
I hate setting traps, but I also hate the thought of electrical wires being chewed or having the little stinkers run across my face while I'm sleeping! I do feel sorry for the ones that get caught in the trap but I also feel a sense of relief. At least they're cute, if something truly ugly was running around my house, I'd have hysterics!!
Sigh...they really are cute, but I don't fancy one sprinting across my face either. And in Japan, a friend of mine had one chew right through a 100,000-yen (big, big bucks) silk kimono.
This happens to me just about every night of the week. I've almost never had mouse-catching cats, so at first it was a novelty. Now I just corner the rodent, grab it by the tail (praying it won't bite -- some do) and fling it out over the balcony with a fervent "And don't come back or you're hash!" Poor things: it's not their fault; it's the stupid cat's.
I'm a big fan of the Have-a-Heart traps, but lately I just don't have the time; we get mice coming through here by the dozen.
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