I am kitty, hear me purr!!!!
Fear me, for I am the nekokitty, the Odd Kitty, the Kitty Kat, etc.
Twenty minutes ago, I caught a mouse. The mouse is now in a Country Crock butter tub, with holes poked in the top. The tub has a seashell, one of my own, full of water (I couldn't find a good-sized cap), and a dog biscuit broken in half. The mouse is coated in vegetable oil, which I used to remove it from the trap.
Now, to tell you how I caught said mouse.
I heard scrabbling on my back wall. I look, and lo and behold, there is a mouse crawling up the bricks. I race to the kitchen, turning on all the lights on my way, shake the curtains where the mouse is now trying to escape. It falls into the sink. I lunge, but it jumps up and runs onto the counter and under the quesadilla maker. I run to the other side of the kitchen, hurriedly unwrap one of the sticky traps, lift the quesadilla maker, and the mouse darts off. I shove the trap under it, and it's left foot and tail get stuck. I have caught the mouse. Now, what to do with the mouse? I don't like killing things, so I put on gloves, and, it being 2 am, I am tired and forget to read how to remove mice.
I spend fifteen minutes trying to pry the mouse from the trap. And then I remember..... you use oil to counteract the sticky. I slather the poor mouse in oil and put it in the dogs' water pitcher.
I tried to take the mouse outside. It tried to dart back to the house. So, I grab the mouse, put it back in the pitcher, bring it back inside, and rummage around the house until I find the butter tub. I put a sheet of paper towel over the top of the pitcher, because the mouse has been trying to jump out for some time now. I poke holes in the tub and put in the water and the food.
I grab the mouse, lower it into the tub, and release it, and the little devil tries to crawl my arm. Now, I don't mind rodents crawling my arm, but I want the rodent out of my house or, alternately, in a cage where it can be safe. There is no cage in the house, so the only alternate is to put it somewhere safely for the night, and then tomorrow morning, someone will have to take myself and the mouse (and a pair of gloves) somewhere far enough away that the mouse cannot possibly find its way back.
Wish us luck.
The mouse is currently being called "Hell", because that's what it gave me as I tried to catch it.
Amber, we're not taking the trap out of the stove. We don't know for sure if this is the only mouse in the house.
The traps do smell like peanut butter. I found that out tonight.
PeeWee has been shoving her nose through the cabinets for the past half hour or so. She heard the mouse squeak when I caught it.
Now, if only I could get rid of that damned tree frog the same way. -_-
*drinks a soda as a reward for her accomplishment*
MEOW
Twenty minutes ago, I caught a mouse. The mouse is now in a Country Crock butter tub, with holes poked in the top. The tub has a seashell, one of my own, full of water (I couldn't find a good-sized cap), and a dog biscuit broken in half. The mouse is coated in vegetable oil, which I used to remove it from the trap.
Now, to tell you how I caught said mouse.
I heard scrabbling on my back wall. I look, and lo and behold, there is a mouse crawling up the bricks. I race to the kitchen, turning on all the lights on my way, shake the curtains where the mouse is now trying to escape. It falls into the sink. I lunge, but it jumps up and runs onto the counter and under the quesadilla maker. I run to the other side of the kitchen, hurriedly unwrap one of the sticky traps, lift the quesadilla maker, and the mouse darts off. I shove the trap under it, and it's left foot and tail get stuck. I have caught the mouse. Now, what to do with the mouse? I don't like killing things, so I put on gloves, and, it being 2 am, I am tired and forget to read how to remove mice.
I spend fifteen minutes trying to pry the mouse from the trap. And then I remember..... you use oil to counteract the sticky. I slather the poor mouse in oil and put it in the dogs' water pitcher.
I tried to take the mouse outside. It tried to dart back to the house. So, I grab the mouse, put it back in the pitcher, bring it back inside, and rummage around the house until I find the butter tub. I put a sheet of paper towel over the top of the pitcher, because the mouse has been trying to jump out for some time now. I poke holes in the tub and put in the water and the food.
I grab the mouse, lower it into the tub, and release it, and the little devil tries to crawl my arm. Now, I don't mind rodents crawling my arm, but I want the rodent out of my house or, alternately, in a cage where it can be safe. There is no cage in the house, so the only alternate is to put it somewhere safely for the night, and then tomorrow morning, someone will have to take myself and the mouse (and a pair of gloves) somewhere far enough away that the mouse cannot possibly find its way back.
Wish us luck.
The mouse is currently being called "Hell", because that's what it gave me as I tried to catch it.
Amber, we're not taking the trap out of the stove. We don't know for sure if this is the only mouse in the house.
The traps do smell like peanut butter. I found that out tonight.
PeeWee has been shoving her nose through the cabinets for the past half hour or so. She heard the mouse squeak when I caught it.
Now, if only I could get rid of that damned tree frog the same way. -_-
*drinks a soda as a reward for her accomplishment*
MEOW