Red Mosquito

JuanHamm wrote:Aren't glue traps pretty cruel?

dad wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Last time I had a mouse I chased him out of the house. That was his warning. He came back, so he got snapped.

burt, this is serious.

Bi_3 wrote:

dad wrote:

BurtReynolds wrote:Last time I had a mouse I chased him out of the house. That was his warning. He came back, so he got snapped.

burt, this is serious.

We had a few mice show up during renos this summer. These solved it quickly:




All the fun of hurting animals with none of the stress of seeing them dead.

BurtReynolds wrote:Cowardly. You have to face what you've done. Don't turn away!

dad wrote:yesterday i found holes in packaged food in the pantry, and some mouse droppings on the pantry floor as well as other areas of the house. i looked for crevices and other points of entry and stuffed them with steel wool, and set a cartoonish level amount of glue traps. i don't have the snap traps.

i've placed additional traps this morning, and i swear i hear the squeaks of a mouse, but nothing in the traps.

i hate mice so much.

JuanHamm wrote:

dad wrote:i've thought about that, but my kids are allergic to cats.

Get a snake

spike wrote:

dad wrote:yesterday i found holes in packaged food in the pantry, and some mouse droppings on the pantry floor as well as other areas of the house. i looked for crevices and other points of entry and stuffed them with steel wool, and set a cartoonish level amount of glue traps. i don't have the snap traps.

i've placed additional traps this morning, and i swear i hear the squeaks of a mouse, but nothing in the traps.

i hate mice so much.

Back in college, I moved into a house with buddies as you do. My one pal showed up with like 30 boxes of packed dry goods, promptly put them in the pantry, and didn’t touch them for two years. When it was time to move out, an entire network of mouse tunnels through the food was uncovered.

dad wrote:

spike wrote:

dad wrote:yesterday i found holes in packaged food in the pantry, and some mouse droppings on the pantry floor as well as other areas of the house. i looked for crevices and other points of entry and stuffed them with steel wool, and set a cartoonish level amount of glue traps. i don't have the snap traps.

i've placed additional traps this morning, and i swear i hear the squeaks of a mouse, but nothing in the traps.

i hate mice so much.

Back in college, I moved into a house with buddies as you do. My one pal showed up with like 30 boxes of packed dry goods, promptly put them in the pantry, and didn’t touch them for two years. When it was time to move out, an entire network of mouse tunnels through the food was uncovered.

disgusting.

spike wrote:

dad wrote:yesterday i found holes in packaged food in the pantry, and some mouse droppings on the pantry floor as well as other areas of the house. i looked for crevices and other points of entry and stuffed them with steel wool, and set a cartoonish level amount of glue traps. i don't have the snap traps.

i've placed additional traps this morning, and i swear i hear the squeaks of a mouse, but nothing in the traps.

i hate mice so much.

Back in college, I moved into a house with buddies as you do. My one pal showed up with like 30 boxes of packed dry goods, promptly put them in the pantry, and didn’t touch them for two years. When it was time to move out, an entire network of mouse tunnels through the food was uncovered.

Rangi Guy wrote:

spike wrote:

dad wrote:yesterday i found holes in packaged food in the pantry, and some mouse droppings on the pantry floor as well as other areas of the house. i looked for crevices and other points of entry and stuffed them with steel wool, and set a cartoonish level amount of glue traps. i don't have the snap traps.

i've placed additional traps this morning, and i swear i hear the squeaks of a mouse, but nothing in the traps.

i hate mice so much.

Back in college, I moved into a house with buddies as you do. My one pal showed up with like 30 boxes of packed dry goods, promptly put them in the pantry, and didn’t touch them for two years. When it was time to move out, an entire network of mouse tunnels through the food was uncovered.

A few years ago there was a putred smell coming from somewhere in our kitchen. Finally nailed it down as coming from our fridge. Moved the fridge out to see if there was something behind it. Nothing! Then traced the smell to the back of the fridge - there was two dead mice that had gotten in where the coils for the fridge are. One was esy to remove - the other was soup. It was a pretty disgusting clean-up

dad wrote:yesterday i found holes in packaged food in the pantry, and some mouse droppings on the pantry floor as well as other areas of the house. i looked for crevices and other points of entry and stuffed them with steel wool, and set a cartoonish level amount of glue traps. i don't have the snap traps.

i've placed additional traps this morning, and i swear i hear the squeaks of a mouse, but nothing in the traps.

i hate mice so much.

doug rr wrote:we had mice in a nyc apartment..i set some glue traps and caught a couple..i could hear them squeal when they were stuck..i put them in a trash bag and took them outside to the trash can..they were still alive..dont mess with me

i still feel bad about that

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

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