Wednesday, November 15, 2006

EEK, I am become death

So, it turns out we have more than one mouse. I hadn't planned on spending my leisure time devising ways kill mice stuck on glue traps, but that's how it looks. What a coarsening, soul-deadening and I'm afraid, monotonous job it's going to be, too. I wouldn't use glue traps at all if the quick snap traps (or more accurately, feeding stations) worked, but they don't. I don't know why OSHA is even designing mouse traps.
After crushing them , putting them in vacuum seal bags, or making them listen to talk radio, I'm going to run out of ideas, too. Hopefully, there won't be too many more mice and this project can be brought to a mercifully quick conclusion.
All of this avoids entirely the question of why we are killing mice in the first place. If we're going to start killing every animal that uses our house for a bathroom, then we can start with animals that are easier to catch. Ellie fits the caption of a cartoon I saw recently. "I may be housebent, but I'll never be housebroken."

4 comments:

  1. Anonymous5:09 AM

    Your daughter, SRH, told me about your blog and I've been reading it religiously. I really love it. Please post any stories you have that would make her blush or that could be used as ammunition (were I to broadcast them to all of her friends) the next time I need to "persuade" her to do me a favor. By the way, there is a mice problem at your daughter's church, perhaps you can give her some suggestions.

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  2. I am going to have to stop reading this at work. I almost laughed out loud at the monotony line. In fact I was smiling so large if my boss had looked over she would have known!

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  3. i agree with megz. i think the more stories about her the better. thanks for keeping us entertained with wonderful stories about your beloved Alaska!

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  4. Anonymous1:23 PM

    I really sympathize here. We have a mouse who appears intermittently (usually late at night or early in the morning, if just one of us is up and the house is very quiet), and he really seems to be no trouble at all. I'd far rather live with the mouse than deal with his dying--and then dead, and then decomposing--body stuck to a glue trap under my stove. I mean, what am I supposed to do then? Trash compact him? Or leave him there to rot and smell things up? Really, a live mouse who runs in and out seems so much less complicated.

    --Christina

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