Oct 05, 2008 19:44
The other night at 3ish in the morning, the cat was busy in my closet rustling about. So I go to the closet, turn on the light and think to myself, I'm finding out now, whats making her go crazy. So I started to pull out boxes and lo and behold a field mouse scampers out. Needless to say, I about woke up the neighbors freaking out! I had actually scared the critter as he ran under the stove so I got my trusty broom out and poked around. He didn't come out and if he had, I would have lost it again. My only hope would have been the cat pouncing it. But then we are talking about Miss Princess who keeps guard but isn't about to catch it.
So I went in search of mouse traps knowing that at one time I had bought some just in case I ever needed any. Lucky for me I had a pack of two. I remembered about nylons and peanut butter but these days who wears pantyhose? So I had a choice. Pepper Jack cheese or Laughing cow creamy swiss. I elected to use the creamy swiss figuring it would stick better and the little bugger would have to bear down on it more to get it off the trap.
Well, first day/night nothing. Today, after resetting the traps with some fresh cheese, I'm lying in my bed relaxing and reading a book and I hear "SNAP". I was like HAHAHAHA got you, you little bastard! So I waited a few minutes and walked to the closet, opened the door and there he laid. Got him good. Right on the neck. Just a field mouse no bigger than about 4 inches long. I felt so good being a killer. But now there laid the trap with a dead mouse in it and who is going to pick it up? Uh huh, he looks dead. Poke, poke. I sucked it up, and picked up the trap and tossed trap and mouse. Of course here in cajunland there probably is a joke here. I'm thinking .. "you know you are cajun when you clean off your mouse trap and reuse it again".
Have a good week!
Cat