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No, I’m serious.
I’m warning you.
Stop now, or forever hold your peace.
We caught the mouse.
And the screaming that ensued as Hannah and I disposed of it was the most obnoxious display of sissiness ever known to man.
R.I.P. little buddy.
But THAT’S NOT ALL.
We caught a second mouse. It looked exactly the same as the death above.
So we set out even more traps. And – horror of horrors – the traps are MOVING. The peanut butter is getting STOLEN. But we haven’t caught any more rodents.
You guys. They’re getting smarter. They are evolving, just like “Jurassic Park.” Life finds a way…
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tags: Annie Parsons | Denver | Gross | Killing
This is like the time a mouse exploded underneath the heat of a computer in Africa on Valentine’s Day!
i give you props, when there were mice in my abode, if one got caught in a trap, i would make my boyfriend come over to dispose of it. one time he couldn’t come for an entire weekend, i didn’t go home for 2 days, i crashed at a friend’s. then i hired professionals to sweep my place every 2 months to keep them out.
i have a pic somewhere of a mouse that got electrocuted thru a socket, half its body still in the wall. it was horrifying.
Dude…this is exactly what happened when I had rats in my last apartment. I’d get up in the morning and find the traps in completely different places, and the bait gone. Rodents ain’t dumb, that’s for sure. Your dead ones look a lot less gross than mine did. Also, thank your lucky stars that you didn’t trap them ALIVE. Oh yeah…that happens. :O
Love you, Annie, but this was a tough one. I’ve lived with rats and mice and HATED it…but the little buggers are so cute, lying there dead :-( You are doing the right thing, but poor bleeding heart liberal me is pouting ;-) (and retaliating by using emoticons, lol!)
BEST MOVIE EVER, JP.
Dude, you guys need a cat.
the tree-hugging hippie in me makes super sad faces. i’d probably go through the trouble of finding them, containing and training them, and relocating them to australia. but, that’s how i do.
Remember when my basement was infested with a colony of rats? A colony. OF RATS. So yeah, if you ever want to discuss the horror of living with rodents, call me. Or just call me anyway and we’ll not talk about rats. I miss you.
Also, I super love that the closest thing you’ll ever get to hate mail is when people are-not-super-happy-yet-not-quite-mad that you trapped the mice instead of “trapping” the mice. You are such a rebel. I am raising a fist in your honor.
They make easy/safe set traps that are super awesome. I caught like 10 mice in my cabin with two of those this summer.