There is more than one use for a paper towel tube. 
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I hate waking up with a mouse head on my pillow.
I used to live in a place where I occasionally had mice, and once trapped a hugely pregnant one. I felt like a mass murderer, for about 3 seconds.
Get two cats!!!
Bahahahaha!!! 
Somewhere…out there, if love can see us through…
The mouse is in my damned bedroom now. I have been hearing something scurrying around and I just caught a glimpse of him.
Trap number two is now moved in front of my cracked open bedroom door.
Antcip…ation.
ETA: Why do I have this feeling that I’m going to be outsmarted by a mouse? Since I moved the trap in here I don’t hear him anymore.
Sure you don’t have two mice? :dubious:
Do you mean it is in the opened doorway? I’ve always heard to put the trap against the wall, or under a piece of furniture. They don’t like open spaces.
Probably a little late for this tip but you might consider getting a bunch of paper lunch bags and setting the traps inside them. (Granted, sliding a set trap into a bag can be tricky.)
The reason for this is that snap traps can be messy. Because when that snap hits the mouse, it hits it really hard. It’s not unknown to have a mouse essentially explode.
So depending on your squeamishness, sometimes it’s better to just look inside the bag, confirm there’s a dead mouse in the trap, and throw the whole bag with trap and dead mouse out.
OK. Might be two mice for sure. Beats me.
On your advice I will move the trap from the doorway and place it along the wall. And then hopefully go to sleep.
There. Moved to the hallway along the wall.
Thanks for the advice.
I lived with my Uncle for a while and he used sticky traps in the basement, these seemed effective but a pretty torturous death. I came across one once that was stuck and I tried to unstick it but it just wouldn’t come out so I just pressed on it lightly with something so it couldn’t breathe and suffocated it to death. Seemed like the suffocation was a much merciful death than starvation.
With all that I’ve been hearing lately about how terrible that stuff is, you shouldn’t even need a trap. Just put down a jar of Nutella and let the wee beastie do himself in with poor nutritional choices.
Or dead “half” gifts.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAha!
Well, I got him. He managed to get the treat from the trap under the sink without setting the trap off. I have no idea how, since all I had to do was touch it with a piece of paper and it snapped.
The trap in the hallway, along the wall, did him in, although it would appear that he managed to eat the chocolate chip somehow first.
I’ll set them up again tonight in case there was more than one and see what happens.
His eyes were wide open, poor little guy, but he probably died very instantly.
Now you have to have a proper funeral.
Peanut butter - the universal bait.
Our mouse problem has markedly abated since we got Leet the Wonder Dog. Plus we save on dog food.
For those mice who can out-smart him, admittedly not a small proportion of the rodent kingdom, always put the trap on top of a couple of sheets of newspaper, in case the execution is other than bloodless.
And apparently somewhere near my house is a colony of mice who have learned how to get the peanut butter out of the trap without triggering the release, a lesson Leet has not yet learned. So I always put the traps behind the garbage or on the counter where the dog can only look longingly at them. Snap traps, sorry, but glue is cruel and they don’t seem to learn anything from brief imprisonment in a live-capture trap.
It’s not that cruel - I generally find them with a look of surprise on their little mouse faces. “Ooh look, free peanut butt-” and SNAP they are in mouse heaven. Which is where they belong, and not in my kitchen. Those who do fall victim to Leet the Apex Predator don’t last much longer than that - he has learned he had better finish the tasty snack quick before my daughter tries to rescue the mouse from the Jaws of Death.
Good luck with Mickey.
Rule of thumb is for every one you see, there are at least ten shy ones.
Regards,
Shodan
I had one get in my garage and chew up some wires to the computer in my car…cost me $300 in repairs and an additional $8 to kill. What he cost me in money, he paid for with his life as did his family.
His brain didn’t die instantly. It had to slowly die off from lack of oxygen first.
Try the candy bar. see if he can pull that out, wee bastard.
Also I second the newspaper. We had a rat die rather, er, messily in the garage. I keep meaning to get out there with hydrogen peroxide and clean up the stain. In the house it would be nasty.
His brain died, but probably not slowly. If the trap bar catches them in the neck, it breaks it and also compresses the arteries in the neck to prevent blood flow. It’s like a judo choke, only more so. I have never seen anyone retain consciousness for more than five seconds once the choke is properly sunk in, and it doesn’t hurt at all.
It can also catch them in the chest and compress the heart or rupture the abdominal aorta, which causes them to die in less than thirty seconds.
Yes, it can catch them lower, or just by a leg, but IME that is less common than pretty much as humane a death as a mouse could wish for, if a mouse could wish.
If Leet the Wonder Dog gets hold of them, three seconds, tops.
Regards,
Shodan