Mouse Wars Part II

So...I awake Saturday morning and run to my "trap lines." Nada - bummer. Looked like something got into one but pulled itself loose. Crap. Ooo - Mom said a trap was out in the middle of the living room floor with glue around it and tracks on the rug - ew! Anyway, it isn't until that afternoon when Dad comes home that we find out we were successful with one of the traps. Dead - flushed mouse #1. So that makes us Mice 0, Us 2. Woohoo!

Saturday afternoon I hear scrabbling in the wall so I move a few traps into the utility room - right next to my bedroom (which should have been my obvious first choice, but sometimes my brain doesn't quite function properly). Sure enough - within hours I have my first victim! YES! This one has just been trapped so he's still alive and trying to get loose. I found a stick and picked up the trap while holding the mouse down so he won't jump off at me. Straight to the toilet and whaddya know? It only takes about 50 seconds to drown a mouse. And - they even flush quite nicely. Mice O, Us 3.

This type of behavior continued all week - me checking my trap lines, flushing yet another mouse. We're up to Mice O, Us 4!

So just last night I realized I hadn't checked the traps in a few days so I go to the utility room (where all of the traps are now) and looky what I found! (if you're squeamish, you might not want to look)

Dead mouse number 5!!!!!! Poor sucker. We took the lid off the pit in the utility room thinking this might happen and sure enough. The little bugger had run into this trap and I'm assuming while he was trying to drag himself loose he ended up pulling himself into the pit. I was able to pick the trap up out of the water (the water's clean, not sewer water or anything icky like that). Unfortunately, the mouse fell off the trap, he wasn't stuck to it very well. Fortunately however, he fell back into the pit and not onto the carpet or my shoe or something gross like that. EWWWWW...Now I have to get tissues and pick him up out of the pit. Grabbing him by the tail I bee-line to the bathroom to flush him. And sure enough, he starts slipping from my grasp! Running faster, I made it into the bathroom. Dropped the nasty rodent into the bowl and away he goes!

I know, I know - I'm a cruel, heartless bitch. I admit it. When it comes to me losing sleep or caring for tiny helpless creatures - I pick sleep most of the time. Especially when those "tiny helpless creatures" are eating at the sheetrock and destroying insulation and potentially eating through wires in the walls!

Hm - maybe I should chronicle my Squirrel Wars last year? Me with a .22! :) Maybe some other day.