:eek: Flush it? Aren’t you afraid it will get stuck? I’d be scared I’d end up plunging out mouse guts after that.
Aren’t the guts already dessicated?
It’s hunting for pest control. You’re using a gun, you fucking make sure you do it right. Shooting it and wounding it and leaving it to die is fucked up. And there’s also no guarantee it’ll die anyway, for all you know it might survive and cause more havoc. So yeah, dig through the wood pile to finish off, as an act of mercy and for insurance. Otherwise, you’re no better than the fucking rednecked retards who shoot deer at the leg, and watch it limp away and die slowly.
I don’t care if you’re lazy and making excuses for your cruelty, shooting an animal to wound it and just to leave it to die is an asshole thing to do. It’s like you have absolutely no ethics when it comes to killing an animal. It’s nothing to be proud of, you’re just demonstrating your capacity to be a shit person.
Sorry, but you’re not. An animal lover would quickly give a mercy killing to a suffering animal they are intending to kill, not flush it down the toilet like it was toilet paper. Seems like decency is lacking these days.
True or false: drowning is quicker than days of internal hemorrhaging.
What it comes down to, Jules, is that you don’t find killing mice acceptable regardless of how it’s done. You’re putting their “right” to existence ahead of the humans, because it’s more important to keep wire-chewing, disease-spreading rodents and burned out houses and people dying is just unfortunate collateral damage - their suffering doesn’t matter to you.
Go live in that temple in India where they feed and worship the rats so you can be with the species you love more than your own.
Oh God, If you are up there, please save this world from “animal lovers.”
Humans are animals. Some idiotic humans think that that means animals are humans. It doesn’t. It means humans are red in tooth and claw. Yes, we use poison some times to defend our territory. Other life forms do that as well. I really just don’t see why I, as a hairless ape, should feel in any way guilty because a fellow human defended its territory and a mouse was killed by poison.
And, Jules27, if your response is that “humans know better”, then you are missing my point completely.
Hey it was in search of water. Just gave it what it wanted.
You’re welcome.
This is going to come off as a lot douchier than I mean it, but I can’t think of a nicer way to say it.
I genuinely wish that the list of problems and stresses in my life were shrunk to the point that I could begin to care about what happens to mice in my house or elsewhere. I simply don’t have sufficient brain capacity right now to afford giving some of it up to worrying about rodent welfare. The closest I can get is that occasionally when I’m in the back yard in the evening, I feel a brief moment of sadness that I used to see bats flying around out there, and now I don’t, due to that stupid fungus that’s wiping them out. Then one of my daughters needs a diaper changed, and I’m back to work.
No, it ain’t hunting just because I use a BB gun on 'em. And I don’t “shoot to wound”. But if they get wounded, instead of killed, too bad for them.
You have major screwy ideas. You obviously are unfamiliar with nature. Hint: Bambi wasn’t a documentary.
What do you bait them with? I can’t get them near one of those cages. And I’ve only been able to shoot one this year.
OK - this is priceless. So - there are two “models” of groundhog that we’ve seen. The young 'uns simply need to see the cage - unbaited - to walk into it for the sake of curiosity. Bam - that’s how we caught about 8 or nine of them. Just keep setting it out near where the hole is - and they just keep exploring. That’s the easy model.
Then of course, you have the more experienced set - the adults. Amazingly enough - if we set the cage out directly in front of the hole - and constructed barriers to either side - they would go into the trap. Got em again. That was with the one who lived under the garden shed - and it was easy to create the barriers around the cage (chicken wire).
The other adults who had holes that were out in the open - or across the road under the neighbor’s abandoned house - we baited with…are you ready? …my husband found this suggestion on some Mother Jones website…melon. That is apparently the ambrosia of the varmints. Cantaloupe. Give it a try and good luck - we caught maybe 3 or 4 this way.
Then of course - there was the one that my husband actually had to stalk and just plain shoot outright - that was was a big 'un from across the road. We had permission from the property owner to take them out, of course - but sometimes the direct method is the only way to go.
The one caveat that I might mention - is that the time of the year may have something to do with our bounty of catches - early in the year when they are first out with the relatively young and I imagine are pretty hungry may help a lot with catching them. That is of course my WAG on why we have been so successful. The downside? The little buggers just keep moving in from surrounding locations - so it’s a never ending project. This year has been insanely prolific for rodents around here.
Good luck!
So what’s your suggestion for a faster, more painless, foolproof method? Do you keep veterinary supplies around so that you can humanely euthanize an animal quickly and painlessly? A Kevorkian machine maybe? Seriously, what’s a better option? Even shooting it doesn’t guarantee a quick kill. Nor does whacking it with a shovel or such. Relatively speaking, a quick drowning is humane. The fact that I also flush Angel Soft down the same receptacle doesn’t have any bearing on the ultimate fate of that mouse.
But maybe I’m just not an animal lover. I guess all of these dogs, birds, and even the occasional reptile, cat, deer, or pig I’ve rescued and fostered through the years were just the beneficiaries of my delusions. :dubious:
According to our new resident scientist, humans are only *technically *animals.
The More You Know!
Stomp on it.
Simultaneously bellowing “HULK SMASH!!” is optional.
Regards,
Shodan
And if you have attractive legs with high-heel shoes, film it and sell it to fetishists on the Internet for some quick cash.
You are an absolute monster and should be hating yourself. I hope you go home and cry in your wheaties.
My step-dad had a couple earlier this year and he went after one that was refusing to die by whatever means he had been using on the others. So he got a hose and stuck it in the hole to flush it out and the damn thing came out of the hole and did a fake charge at him. He said he stumbled back a few feet and then without really thinking grabbed his flip-flop and whacked it upside the head and killed the sucker. He was still laughing about three days later when I was over visiting.
I used to dispatch mice by crucifying them, but it was so damn labor intensive. I just got a cobra, it works pretty well except when it gets startled by house guests.
My husband tried to flush one out with the hose too - one of the younger ones came running out - went around the house to where I was sitting on the porch and huddled by the garage. So in a few minutes my husband comes walking over - griping about the varmint getting away - so I told him I saw one go over by the garage. He went over to look - sure enough - there it was. But my husband didn’t have his gun. So he did the next best thing…he picked up a half-cinder block that was sitting nearby and dropped it on its head. worked. messy - and not the method of choice by far - but if you’ve got one cornered - you gotta do what you can.
Maybe next time I’ll throw him a flip flop to finish the thing off.
I won’t even go into the story about the family of red squirrels we found living in our garage last year. It was ugly. But I guess that’s country livin’ for ya. Not exactly what Martha Stewart talks about.
Just imagining driving tiny little nails into their little, itty-bitty paws (???) onto a cross made out of popsicle sticks warms my cockles. With a tiny little “INRI” inscribed in Sharpie even.