Sunday, November 25, 2007
I'm a Trapper; Anyone Want a Small Pelt?
When I got home last night at about 2:00am the first thing I did was scurry through the house checking the traps. Kabaam! The coffee cabinet trap caught my first victim! It must have worked pretty quickly judging from how rigor-mortis had already set in. It seems the winning combination for the trap was equal parts gum, peanut butter, and cheese. After disposing of the vermin I grabbed one of the traps from the basement and replaced the one that caught the mouse. If I learned one thing fishing with my Dad and Grandpa, where you're catching fish is where you keep fishing. We'll see if there are any friends for this little fella.
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Did you throw out the "used" trap? You probably know that you can just empty and re-use 'em, unless you don't like mouse-cooties. The mice don't seem to get scared off by the scent of death from Uncle Nibbles, who you recently murdered, as long as it's death with peanut butter!
Have you thought about getting a cat or two? Just curious...
Gawd, where were you last fall when I had mice?....I would have let you come to my house and trap :-) I still have a bat, if you ever want a bigger challenge.
It is much to my horror that I know this small fact, but used traps are supposed to work better the next time around.
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