Mickey, dear, I realize that you are just a mouse and not real bright, but earlier you were pushing around a snapped trap that I haven’t reset. The very trap that I used to dispatch a couple of your kin. Yeah, maybe you were looking for their ghosts and came up here to ask if I had seen them, but you forgot that you are a wild animal at the bottom of the mammalian food chain and made a dumb move.
Or maybe not so dumb. I like mice and find them pleasant companions, and I believe there is no difference between wild and domestic mice. I am disinclined to kill them myself and usually suggest the go upstairs where they will be warmly welcomed after some brisk exercise. By dropping by this one has earned a reprieve, for now. And if I kill him (is that fluttering noise made by tapping his foot rapidly to say, “Hey girls, come and get it?”) so what? They’re all the same.
I have actually seen a mouse go all Chuck Norris on a cat. Plus they cost more than a mousetrap. But it made me feel good to suggest DZ get a cat. Everyone needs a cat, in my mind.
Since I’m only going to use them to kill other mice, I don’t care if they are germy. I pry open the trap so as to drop the mouse in the trash (or outside in the mulch pile, if the weather is nice) then I re-set the trap and then I wash my hands. Germ problem solved.
In my experience, a snap trap which has killed one mouse becomes more effective when re-used. I suspect this is because it now smells like mouse and is reassuring to other mice.
Allergic, and I have my Little Girls/Welcoming Committee who are faster, though they empty cabinets onto the floor if they hear one.
One can have too many mice and since they’re all the same it doesn’t matter which one I let live.
That’s my suspicion, too. It’s like the mouse game at carnivals. The carny puts a few mouse turds into one hole which tells the others that it’s safe. Humans OTOH are convinced that the Law of Randomness means that the mouse, especially if he’s a different mouse, is unlikely to go to the same hole so they bet on any other hole. Note that these are the same people who, after three coin flips that are all Heads, are convinced that the Law of Averages dictates that the next flip will be Tails and bet accordingly. The technical term for them is Suckers.
The meeces will live through a house fire they are the first to abandon when fire breaks out. Then they move into your new house and set up their housekeeping and baby making.
