Gone Trappin'
Mousetrappin', that is.
After hearing the scritchy-scratchy sound of rodent feet tooling around inside our wall the other night, I picked up a four-pack of mousetraps from Wal-Mart and a jar of peanut butter from the cupboard.
Set four traps and scored three dead rodent critters on night #1.
But, the funny part (and the only reason I'm sitting here typing up this post) was the trap on the foundation ledge in the basement with a dead mouse in it and the bait tray licked spotless around his crushed little melon.
I can only surmise it went down something like this.
(Bob the Mouse out for nightly stroll)
Dum-dee-dum-dum-dum. Lovely night for a walk. Wonder if there's any...
OH SHIT, MAN! That's Doug! I was just talking to him yesterday. He was so young. He had a wife and kids. That's a...
Ooooh...is that peanut butter?
After hearing the scritchy-scratchy sound of rodent feet tooling around inside our wall the other night, I picked up a four-pack of mousetraps from Wal-Mart and a jar of peanut butter from the cupboard.
Set four traps and scored three dead rodent critters on night #1.
But, the funny part (and the only reason I'm sitting here typing up this post) was the trap on the foundation ledge in the basement with a dead mouse in it and the bait tray licked spotless around his crushed little melon.
I can only surmise it went down something like this.
(Bob the Mouse out for nightly stroll)
Dum-dee-dum-dum-dum. Lovely night for a walk. Wonder if there's any...
OH SHIT, MAN! That's Doug! I was just talking to him yesterday. He was so young. He had a wife and kids. That's a...
Ooooh...is that peanut butter?
