I heard mice scurrying under my bathtub the other night so I made it my mission to rid my house of them. I drove to Lowes the next morning and asked for animal traps; they pointed me to this:
The Havahart live trap for small animals. I bought it, struggled to set it up, put some food in it and the next morning found nothing in it, including the food. This thing is junk. That’s when I thought to myself, “Self, why are you coddling these mice? They have invaded your legal domain. Get medieval, dude!”
Enter the classic Victor mouse trap:
Christine was nice enough to let me borrow hers and you can’t get much simpler than this. I set it up at 10pm last night. The results? 12:30am: dead mouse. 3am: dead mouse. 7am: dead mouse. 7:15am: live mouse caught on tail. 8:30am: dead mouse. It’s not looking good for mice in the neighborhood today.
6 responses so far ↓
1 Yo Daddy // Nov 2, 2008 at 10:38 am
They are mice, fercryingoutloud. You don’t have to be nice to mice unless they have big round ears, wear red shorts and work at an amusement park. Kill ‘em all. Oh, and peace out, dude.
2 mperham // Nov 2, 2008 at 1:52 pm
You’re preaching to the choir, Reverend. The trail of rodent corpses in my wake should convince you of that.
3 Yo Daddy // Nov 2, 2008 at 6:01 pm
Just lending a little moral support for your cause in case any of your other readers are card carrying members of PETA.
4 jmacy // Nov 3, 2008 at 1:19 pm
The cat was where . . . . ?
And how did Tam handle this hunting expedition of yours?
5 mperham // Nov 3, 2008 at 1:28 pm
Molly’s caught a bird before but she’s not much of a mouser. Tammy was fine as long as she didn’t have to deal with it.
Only got one last night because I didn’t wake up when it went off.
6 christine // Nov 3, 2008 at 1:46 pm
Now, the tricky part is to find out where the little *bad words* are getting in. Only then will you be rat free…