The struggle continues to make Casa Kahunah rodent free… and I am seriously considering borrowing a friend’s cat for a few weeks. I just don’t think I can borrow Drew’s cat (Nimbus) in good conscience, because A) I live in a more urban setting that an indoor/outdoor suburbs cat like Nimbus might not find as safe, and B) That cat’s a bit of a jerk (according to Stacey).
Plus that, I’m thinking that these mice are not nearly as smart as I’ve been giving them credit for.
Case in point… Last episode, I found a mouse trapped in the living room wastebasket, and released him to the wild. At least, that was the plan. (no snickering out there… I’m lookin at you, Melinda.) The wily beast ran back into the house before I could react… Well, this morning, as I got ready for work, I heard a rustling in the (still empty) wastebasket again. I looked over the rim, and there was the same, stupid mouse.
At least I’m pretty sure it was the same mouse… I didn’t ask him for any I.D.
I didn’t feel like dealing with it just then and there, so I put a board over the wastebasket to confine the little S.O.B. till I get home. I also intend on stopping at Wal-mart to pick up a few more of those nifty traps. (The link is for Dreamwalker, who liked the sound of the design) I still have to decide what to do with my P.O.W. when I get home though… I think just outright executing it may be against the Geneva convention.
I’m off to re-read Sun-Tsu… but I’ll be damned if I know how to take a mouse’s wind.
2 comments:
Hey Rob, thanks for your comments on my blog. I'd let you borrow my cat Beau--he's an excellent mouser--but he would also tear up your carpet, any paneling, and your limbs. Good luck getting those critters!
I only snickered a little bit, so there! You think you're sooooo smart. You think you know me.... grumble
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