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March 13, 2006
Round Four
Last time on Dancing With the Mice, intruders 1 and 2 had made their presence known and plans were hatched for expulsion from the premises. The Expulsionator stopped by this a.m. After a thorough exploration of all crevices, cracks, holes in the wall and what-have-you, he stuffed holes with steel wool and sealed them shut. Later on he deposited packets of tasty treats in strategic areas, laid out some glue traps and then bid me farewell.
Evidently I'd been misinformed as to where the intruders would go when the little varmints began experiencing sour stomachs. According to The Expulsionator, their demise occurs "WHEREVER."
Oh joy, oh delight, oh ewww. :-)
Cindy
Comments
I know what to do with 'em. First you make a roux...
Just kidding. Not even I would eat mice. Especially poisoned ones.
You might want to take a flashlight to the bathroom during the night just to be sure you don't step on one.
Brain matter deposited by: Kat on March 13, 2006 6:56 PM
I was incredulous to find I had a varmint problem last summer. Four cats and two terriers (which are bred as rodent-hunting dogs) in the house. And some stupid mouse thought this would be a cool place to hang out. Go figure. The dogs were going crazy every time they got a whif. The fat cats couldn't be bothered. Totally useless beasts.
So I put out poison in the crawlspace beneath the house. The problem finally went away after a few weeks. WHEREVER? Yeah, I'm probably going to find out where 'WHEREVER' is. Some day... Sometimes it's best to surround oneself with blissful ignorance.
Brain matter deposited by: mike on March 13, 2006 11:55 PM
gulp
Brain matter deposited by: BLUE on March 14, 2006 8:39 AM
That's why you should always use TNT like on cartoons. While they're blowed up, you can take them outside and then when the stars and tweetie-birds go away they're all right again.
Brain matter deposited by: Ted on March 14, 2006 7:02 PM
You could always sell them on eBay!
After holding suitable little funerals, of course.
*wonders if murdered meeces go to Cheese Shop Heaven*
Brain matter deposited by: Piggy and Tazzy on March 15, 2006 8:23 AM
I hate to eeeuw you further but Kat's right. Wear something on your feet at all times. That crunch sound is Not. Very. Nice.
Brain matter deposited by: Daisy on March 15, 2006 9:18 AM
Whereever is true to course. I was not so suprised to find one of the little critters, well-preserved, belly-up in our crawl space over a year after we had them eradicated from our garage.
Brain matter deposited by: Rob on March 19, 2006 5:37 PM