And for your reading enjoyment...Part 2 of the mouse story from 2009: A couple of nights ago I heard a familiar clanging back at the washer/dryer. I knew there was another sticky plate behind the dryer, and Amelia was missing. I went back there to find the sticky plate pulled out about 18 inches with another field mouse smack dab in the middle of it. It looked to me as if it was convulsing. But, upon closer examination (and, believe me, this took enormous effort on my part), I saw that the mouses four feet were not only firmly stuck, but its head was too. It was strenuously flexing its back and hips to free itself. It was also squeaking wildly. Im guessing that Amelia nosed the mouse out of curiosity which pushed its head onto the sticky surface. She obviously had also pawed it out from behind the dryer, but must have learned from her previous episode to not get herself stuck. I made Amelia go to her room (crate) while I collapsed in my recliner in a frantic state, mind racing --- WHAT TO DO?! I thought about calling Karen, but I recalled how she assisted a cat-mauled mouse out of her music room into the outdoors. No sympathy there! I decided on Seth as he had related some mouse extermination stories to me recently. I explained my predicament and assured him I couldnt hit it over the head with a rock as he has done. He offered several creative solutions including getting a cat, a snake (more terror there than with a rodent), and putting the mouse on a newspaper then fold the newspaper over the top of it and drop something heavy on it - like a brick. When I hung up with Seth, he was laughing hysterically and consoling a just-awakened Eli (from the hilarity). I retrieved a very solid, heavy brick from my front porch and tentatively made my way to the back. When I approached the mouse, I thought it had expired as its head was now turned to the side and it wasnt heaving anymore. Just as I bent over it, it renewed its efforts to free itself. With hands shaking and heart pounding, I performed the task as described except I dropped the brick twice, just to make sure. Well, little did I realize that the brick would become a weapon of mouse destruction. Last night I heard a familiar snap and promptly sent Amelia to her room. In the kitchen, I found another mouse with all 4 feet caught by my clip trap. It was squealing, whipping its tail and squirming wildly to get loose. My killing brick was nearby. Now Im telling you folks, NO exaggeration, I seriously thought I would have a heart attack. My heart was beating so hard and hands shaking. The mouse was moving so quickly that it had succeeded in getting its head under the front grille of the refrigerator. I got my broom out and gently pulled it toward me. I was so afraid this maneuver would dislodge it from the trap, but it didnt. Without much more consideration, I dropped the brick on it. I scurried myself to my recliner sanctuary to let my racing heart recover. After a few minutes I steeled myself enough over Amelias whining protestations to return to the scene. This time when I bent over to check, I found that my aim hadnt been too good. I missed its head (which is about the size of a nickel), but managed to crush its body. The mouse was doing a fish imitation as it gasped its final breath. I managed to scoop the corpse up and dispose of. I want you fine folks to know that I didnt sleep more than an hour last night as visions of that mouses death filled my mind. I heard another snap with accompanying racket around 2:00 a.m. this morning. Amelia went berserk pacing all around my bed growling and barking. She was afraid to jump off my high bed. I was too tired and stressed to go check it out figuring it could wait until I arose later. Well, I finally got up around 6:00 a.m. and went into the kitchen to check out the latest assumed fatality. I immediately wished I had gotten up earlier just from a humane standpoint. This time, the mouse had 3 legs trapped in the clip trap. It had fought with its free foot and body and dragged itself and the trap all around the kitchen and under the table for probably 4 hours. I didnt hesitate this time. Dropped brick, flattened mouse - this time an instant death. I dont know how many deaths it takes for me to be called a serial mouse murderer. But, I can tell you that what they say is true -- each one gets a little easier. I only got mildly stressed and shaky without the heart palpitations with this assassination. And, lest you wonder what Im doing to draw these mice in -- I live in a nearly 100 year old house. They apparently are entering the basement and making their way into the house that way. It has gotten cold at night, and they are looking for warmth. I have no foodstuff or garbage around as I take my trash to our dumpster at work at least every other day. The body count is presently at 7 -- 3 via the brick. It is my new wmd (weapon of mouse destruction).
Posted on: Sat, 02 Nov 2013 18:03:22 +0000
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