Sorry if this isn’t right, it’s my first post on here (been lurking for a while) but I fucking hate mice. The house mouse, the cute furry bastard of disease.
So I left my apartment for a few weeks, come back, the stove is covered in shit. Mouse shit. The floor next to the fridge is covered in the same. Thanks, mice. Thanks for the reminder that I didn’t scrub every surface before my absence. It’s okay, really, I’ve had a couple mice before, set out the traps and catch them. Except my trap broke, so I spend 15 dollars on a new one. A plastic monstrosity called tri-kill, from Victor Pest Control. I set out this plastic death trap and what do I get?
Nothing. No, less than nothing, I get a trap that’s been set off, with nothing in it, and all of the peanut butter is gone. Okay, I’m an idiot for not buying straight up snap traps. That’s okay. I call Victor and complain about how terrible their trap is and they agree to send me the equally priced set of 20 cheap snap traps free of charge. Well they screwed up and sent me 20 packs of 4, and now I have 80 or so mouse traps, but that’s not the point, damn it.
Anyway, armed with the confidence that I have the right trap for the job, I set one out. Within the hour, I’ve killed.
I put out another. Within three hours I’ve gone and done it again. I’m well on the way to becoming a serial mouse murderer. I talked to an exterminator that happened to be in the neighborhood and said it was likely that I had about 7 or 8 and just to keep setting traps. Well I did.
To no avail.
I set the third trap and waited eagerly to feel the guilty pleasure that can come only at a small mammal’s demise. Even if it is a disease spreading bastard, I still feel gross. And instead I ended up with a clean trap. What the fuck. I set a new one. It goes clean too. I set yet another and one day flip on the kitchen light to see a tiny mouse sitting on top of the trap licking off the peanut butter. Motherfucker.
I have babies.
Baby mice big enough to be off the tit but small enough to use my traps as a feeding post with impunity. Anyway I learned through the internet how to properly bait the trap so that even tiny mice will set them off, and that’s what I’m doing, and now I’m killing tiny little cute fuzzy pops with their eyes bulging out because of the force of the snap bar and the sound of their scurrying feet wake me in the middle of the night and the horrors i see as i kill the children of the innocent and god damn it I didn’t sign up for this. So go to hell mice. Go to hell for making me feel for and kill you. Why couldn’t you leave this poor man alone?