A bird managed to get itself on my back porch. It was chilling out so quietly, that I did not hear it. However, opening the door startled it. Right into the house. Picture me, chasing a mourning dove around my kitchen. Kinda comical.
Well, once I got it back on the porch, the glass windows must have confused it. It kept flying into them. It happened so many times that it dazed itself. While I am trying to scoop the bird onto my badmitton racket, I catch a glimpse of a little brown blur out of the corner of my eye.
That's right.
A mouse.
So once I got the bird out the door, it was time to learn how to set my first mouse trap. Well, I impressed myself by not snapping myself with the trap right away. But the mouse is smarter then me. He got the cheese without setting the trap off. Just moments ago, I heard that snap I had been waiting for. Nope, empty trap. But this time as I am resetting the trap, sure as shit I snapped myself. I have a tiny little blood blister on my one finger tip. Those fuckers hurt!!!
So now, we wait.
2 comments:
Peanut butter works better. When I lived in Kansas we had a huge mouse problem...until we put peanut butter in the traps.
Well, I know this for next time.
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