Blake, I stand corrected. I apologize for calling you an idiot.
Obviously the opinion of someone who has absolutely no familiarity with the many hours of heavy physical labor that making, and thus dismantling a woodpile takes. Any rodent sufficiently injured to be unable to escape the dismantling of a woodpile will be dead before you get to it. Any rodent sufficiently intact to still be alive will have crawled off hours before you get to it. You demonstrate yourself to be an utter clueless idiot with the above quoted statement, as anyone who has actually stacked wood knows.
An aspect I don’t think has been addressed yet is the OP’s complaint that people who DO use poison don’t follow through and administer ‘mercy killings’, thus leaving it up to others.
The thing is, a critical point of kiling with poison is that it happens ‘automatically’, as in, you have no way of knowing when a mouse snacks on the bait. Generally it happens at night, since that is when the mice come out to forage.
So how COULD you follow up on a mouse that 1) you don’t know has been poisoned and 2) which has then left your house (likely) in its search for water? Are you supposed to scour the ground for, oh, 100 feet all around your house every morning, searching under bushes and grass and everything for an impaired mouse? Because mice are damn small and not conspicuously colored.
My guess is that in a suburban or rural area, impaired mice are quickly noted and picked off by cats/dogs/birds.
Has it been proven the mouse in the OP was poisoned? Could it have been succumbing to a natural cause, maybe cancer? I seem to recall hearing that all sorts of things cause cancer in mice.
We’ve left the OP far behind.
We have already established that the OP is a moron. Now we are poking the n00b, Jules[some numbers] with these sharp sticks [-----> : poke :, we’re “hunting” the idiot] Because s/he/it is also a fucking moron.
More pokes for Jules…, [-----> : poke :][-----> : poke :] you clueless idiot. If you think it’s so easy, why don’t you come here and move my fucking woodpile. As you say, it’s only “a few pieces of wood”. I intend to laugh at you when you find out that those “few sticks” happen to weigh 1 and a half tons. Here you go. Show me how to do it, you fucking moron. I’ll worry about the fucking chipmunk, when you can show me how to dig through that pile in “minutes”, as opposed to the days it actually takes. You really are an idiot, aren’t you.
I’m prepared to accept that the mouse had been poisoned, as I’ve noticed identical behaviours when mice have taken baits at my house. But I always thought they did their carking-it outside in search of somewhere cool. Now I understand the motives better.
I was gonna cite the kangaroo rat, or desert rat, that might well go its entire life without drinking any appreciable volume of liquid water. But I didn’t know that ordinary house mice were also able to live a dry life. Cool. Thanks!
I want to apologize to Blake, again. I think I was overly skeptical, and also mixing him up with some other poster. So two things: Well, three: I don’t think I was remembering Blake right because the poster I thought he was wouldn’t have offered a single cite - much less a dozen of them. I haven’t been in too many threads with Blake, and I apologize for having some vague notion that he should be discounted. It was misremembered and I jumped to judgement. Second, I want to thank him for telling me something I didn’t know. Mammalian kidneys are fucking fascinating. I knew whales and dolphins could do that, but I had no idea that freaking mice could. Consider ignorance fought.
And thirdly, I just want to apologize for being a dick. I’m sorry.
I don’t have a stick.:(.
I got a magnifying glass, tho, . . .
Now go mercilessly murder some mice and sin thou no more…
Well done.
I honestly couldn’t figure out why anyone would call Blake an idiot.
The autopsy was inconclusive, and we’re still waiting on the toxicology reports.
Maybe it was partying with Whitney Houston?
Jules, you’re a moron.
These are VERMIN we are talking about. They are not worthy of pity; they are to be killed by any means possible.
But, as posted earlier, if you’re looking for quick, painless deaths: zap 'em.
The name “warfarin” isn’t pronounced war-fare-in. It’s pronounced WAR-furr-in. Just as coumarin isn’t pronounced coo-MARE-in, but COO-muh-rin. The name of this drug wasn’t “actually” inspired by or named for the Wisconsin Animal Research Facility. Warfarin sodium is a generic name, Coumadin & Jantoven are brand names. The “warf” comes from the Wisconsin Alumni Research Foundation., also abbreviated as WARF. In the 1930s, a farmer named Deer Park brought a dead cow and and the moldy, spoiled sweet clover hay she’d eaten to the School of Agriculture in the hopes of finding out what had happened. Park also brought in blood that wouldn’t coagulate. Karl Link, PhD, an associate professor at U of W, isolated an anticoagulant factor in the hay – it was dicoumerol, a naturally occurring chemical, and it was used as an oral anticoagulant for many years. Warfarin sodium is one of the several compounds that was synthesized during the research of dicoumerol. Please don’t refer to this drug as “rat poison”. It’s rat poison only when used in high mg/kg doses and when it’s an ingredient in rat poison, but when dosed to prevent thrombi (IV heparin treats them), it’s a valuable medication.
Zombie mice are still mice. And mice deserve to die. Anyone who thinks humans are cruel to mice has clearly never woken up to a living room full of assorted mouse parts and one smugly happy cat.
Hopefully no one has a problem with killing zombie mice, no matter how adorable their little zombie mice moans are.
“Grains…”
… or a smug happy sharing cat crawl into bed with you with her “catch”.
Rats can chew through plastic. even heavy plastic. like the plastic jars that jasmine rice comes in. they can squeeze through the tiny crevice between the window air conditioner and the window. And then will chew through everything in the house. Tell me how to make my house airtight against the disease carrying rodents so they will stay out of my house and i will quit poisoning them.
I am by the way quite phobic of rodents so the “humane” traps that would rquire me to touch the trap is out of the question.
So pit away, I don’t give a rats ass.