Ok, I know Im a sissy so you can comment all you want but its not gonna offend me. I set some mouse traps in the garage (the snap ya neck kind) we usually use the humane traps but the last couple died slow, urine soaked starvation deaths because I forgot to check them. So, because I really need them the eff out of my garage, and I dont want them to suffer, I am using the lethal traps this time. Thinking a nice humane and quick snap I the neck will ensure and easy transition into mouse afterlife, I baited them with creamy peanut butter and headed to work. My wife calls when she gets home to tell me we got one. I check it out when I get home and sure enough, dead vole. No sign if struggle. The other trap is still set. A little while later, my wife goes back out to to check the trap again. This time its flipped but nothing in it. So I go out to reset it and sitting 4 inches from the trap is a nice fat field mouse, seemingly un afraid of me hovering above him. I call my wife to come check him out then try to shoo him out the side door. The mouse hops around in a circle and I knew something was up. I grab a plastic box and sweep him into it and quickly nap the lid closed. Just a I thought, the trap took off his entire right arm. Now I feel terrible. So much for a quick painless death. Talk about ruining my night. Ha! Over a mouse!
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 01:51:09 +0000
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