Yes, the very same ones I wrote about a while ago. They are back. Apparently the name "Richard" no longer evokes shivers down the spines of little four legged creatures and sends them running for the fields. And, apparently in this case, little is the opperative word.
A few days ago, I set out some traps to catch the mice that are eating who knows what in my kitchen. I decided that it was in my best interest to not have to find a dead mouse stuck in a trap. So I opted for the little mouse motel things where they crawl in and are caught inside the little plastic cage. That way I figured I could bring them out to my parents house and release them and let my parents worry about them!
But, that isn't what happened. I woke up to the sound of the trap being scooted around the counter. I thought "Sweet, I got one," and went back to sleep. No such luck! The next morning, they had crawled in, eaten the peanut butter, and, in true mouse fashion, left me their version of the big middle finger, a few pieces of poo. Thanks a lot.
So I decided that this means war. And last night, I put out this:
This morning, this is what I found.........no it isn't a dead mouse so you do not have to avert your eyes.
What's missing? Besides the mouse. The PEANUT BUTTER! The little scavengers ate all of the peanut butter off of the damn mouse trap and didn't even set the thing off! They licked it completely clean! It's still set! I couldn't believe it. They must be super small mice if they've gotten past two different kinds of traps!
I feel a line from the Princess Bride coming on:
You've beaten my mouse motel, which means you're exceptionally small. And you've also beaten my mouse trap, which means you're exceptionally light.
Does anyone have any suggestions??? I am going crazy!
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