[to the futures passed]
So today, at the petstore, as I was pricing dog food (primarily), I notice movement out of the corner of my eye. Once. Twice. The third time I turn my head to look? I see it. The not-yet-bastard white adult mouse.
I follow it, track it along the wall, and predict where it'll have to shoot out to get to the next portion of the store. I'm waiting... and ah-ha! I catch the mouse! I'm carrying it back toward the mouse cages, it gets a brilliant idea. It bites me.
Ouch! Since it drew blood, I drop the critter, and then I quickly go for it again, keeping it from running to somewhere I can't follow with one hand as the other opens a mouse cage. I catch it! IT BITES HARDER. AAAAAH. I drop it AGAIN. This time, I catch it ONCE MORE and get bitten YET AGAIN. Then I run it in circles with my hand, get another employee to grab the brat, toss it in the cage, and a few hours later sold it as a feeder mouse.
My knuckle still hurts from the second, and deepest, bite.
Lo and behold, since this is mouse story night, last week when I was working, I saw a mouse back by the water hose for filling the sumps for the fishtanks. I try to catch it -- it runs under the sump itself, so now it's a no-go. I let the older employees know, and they give me some of the mouse traps I asked for. I set them up at both entrances.
Magically, they're still here this week. I managed to catc the mouse -- it died of dehydration, sadly -- and about two dozen too many cockroaches of medium size. Also, some escaped crickets.
And that, for now, is my mouse story. Mice? You goin' down.
I follow it, track it along the wall, and predict where it'll have to shoot out to get to the next portion of the store. I'm waiting... and ah-ha! I catch the mouse! I'm carrying it back toward the mouse cages, it gets a brilliant idea. It bites me.
Ouch! Since it drew blood, I drop the critter, and then I quickly go for it again, keeping it from running to somewhere I can't follow with one hand as the other opens a mouse cage. I catch it! IT BITES HARDER. AAAAAH. I drop it AGAIN. This time, I catch it ONCE MORE and get bitten YET AGAIN. Then I run it in circles with my hand, get another employee to grab the brat, toss it in the cage, and a few hours later sold it as a feeder mouse.
My knuckle still hurts from the second, and deepest, bite.
Lo and behold, since this is mouse story night, last week when I was working, I saw a mouse back by the water hose for filling the sumps for the fishtanks. I try to catch it -- it runs under the sump itself, so now it's a no-go. I let the older employees know, and they give me some of the mouse traps I asked for. I set them up at both entrances.
Magically, they're still here this week. I managed to catc the mouse -- it died of dehydration, sadly -- and about two dozen too many cockroaches of medium size. Also, some escaped crickets.
And that, for now, is my mouse story. Mice? You goin' down.