Don’t let this video scare you the mouse wins!
I have been trying to help Rose with one of her college courses.
Psycho-analytical BS I think it’s called.
She has to read this book, Geo-political Architechture.
Just reading it is a challenge.
Understanding it a puzzle.
Some pompous, ESL meshuganeh definitely wrote it.
Translating English to English pain in the …
So there we are.
Cuddled up in bed, me reading, her looking somewhat dazed,
doodling on a notesheet.
Then we heard it.
Skittering little rodent feet across the ceiling.
OMG, I hate mice.
Nervy fellow kept running back and forth.
Rose said, “Don’t worry Ma it’s just one, we’ll get ’em.”
But you know the old saying, “If you see one there are ten.”
I hope they are mice and not rats…
Next day I’m off to Home Depot and perusing the kill section of the warehouse…nice.
Do I want to go guillotine and snap they little brains out or glue their little mouse feet to a board and watch them slowly die of starvation.
The little houses with poison inside, reminiscent of some Grimm’s Fairytale looks interesting.
“I was trapped in the witch’s house with no escape and nought to eat but a bit of funky smelling peanut butter.
Oh God I hate mice.
I went with a dozen snap traps.
But mice are smart.
Smarter then we humans realize.
I set the traps in groups of 4 along the walls where the small fur devils have been hanging out and although there are new sh#t bits the traps are not sprung.
So you want to play rough huh?
I devise a home-made trap with a bucket of water laced with bait and a dowel for easy access up the side for them to climb and take the fatal dive into the bucket.
Hopefully this will fool the ones who have been around for a while and are well acquainted with aforementioned old-fashioned snap traps.
I can hear them in their homes telling their young, “..and never ever go near those dumb-ass wooden squares you see around… But there is a bucket with food in it that looks like fun kids!”
I hate mice.
So it’s day four of the mouse kill.
No catches yet.
I get up early to start breakfast for the troops.
Let Cujo out to do his business.
Drink a quiet cup of coffee listening to Hoo start to stir in his crib.
Perhaps we and the mice can co-exist peacefully.
They are just mice for goodness sake.
Just wanting a warm place for the winter and some spilled dog food to eat.
As a child I even had a few as pets.
As I sip my coffee before the day officially starts memories of Michael Jackson singing “Ben” come to mind.
“Flowers For Algernon.”
And I realize with a start,
I can’t kill these mice…
Then I hear 2 traps snap shut in quick succession behind the breakfront.
The last swallow of coffee goes down hard.