OK, that last post became less funny after I read about a kid killing himself at a Great Falls high school yesterday.
It's early. I should be asleep. But instead I'm awake, listening to the hooting of an owl outside in the Montana darkness and the squeaking of a mouse behind the bookcase in my living room.
Two nights in a row I've woken up to find Luna torturing a mouse in my bedroom. Each time, I've switched on the lamp and pondered: Should I try a catch-and-release intervention? Somehow, capturing a skittering mouse (with what, my bare hands?) seems unlikely. Should I herd it toward the door? "Exit this way, buddy?" Yeah, not likely either. I settle for steeling myself and adopting a "live and let die" philosophy. I feel sorry for the tiny creatures, but they ought not be in my house. I have to draw the line somewhere. And this game called Cat and Mouse has been around for eons. It's not really my place to judge.
Yeah, this blog has gone from grim to grimmer.
I tell you, I'm not a morning person.
7 Comments:
Morning person or not, you're cracking me up. I love you. Michelle
M--Glad I could make you smile. ILYT.
I personally like the mousetraps that work like clothespins. Kills them fast and you don't have to touch them.
I used to try the catch and release trap- I have one that is supposed to hold eight mice. I would hear it go then get there just in time to see the mouse go out the other side.
I am really not into killing them, but the feces was a half inch deep when I moved in here and sometimes when I walk across the yard the ground looks like it is moving.
Granny, mousetraps like clothespins? You mean the standard little mousetraps? Or something else? I'm always open to hearing about a better mousetrap. I have one of those black plastic ones that you can empty without seeing anything but the tail. But I still hate emptying it and haven't set it in months. Although I've been thinking about it.
Good Lord, woman, you must live in the middle of a grainfield.
When we built the straw bale house, before we stuccoed, the mice moved into the walls. They created tunnels and walkways, merrily moving about out of sight of the 13 cats...at night, I could lay there and calculate the exact position of each mouse...after we stuccoed, the mice more or less vanished...for about two months. We had one very small hole and they found it. We resorted to traps becaue the cats just couldnt be bothered. I have to say that I got some lovin' more than once because of the "monsters" in the walls creeping the girls out...
T: Thirteen cats?! Goodness, that's a coven!
I could throw in some skunks too as they learned to use the cat door....we finally had to relocate 4 of those because at night, they would fight over the cat food. Did you know you can pick up a skunk by the scruff, just like a cat?
Itw as so bad, we could pet them after a while.
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