Another one bites the dust…
Well…maybe. Clint and I woke up this morning in what is becoming an all too familiar pattern- one of us exclaims “what is that?” or “chloe is making that noise again” and we follow with our collective internal groan when we realize precisely what it means- a visit from one of our resident furry rodents. I was actually half expecting it these last couple of days. As we’ve seen no activity in our traps while it’s been warm I surmised that they must head outside for sprightly jaunts when the weather is nice, and duck their heads indoors when the mercury drops below freezing to keep their tiny, diseased little hands warm on our dime.
For me the next part happened largely the same, me standing on the bed, refusing to look at it, getting Clint to do the dirty work, etc. But he has spent much time since the last visitation with the one that got away (or maybe not) trying to figure out where he went wrong and how to successfully apprehend it next time. He determined that the key factor would be trapping the mouse. So trap it we did. We emptied the office garbage can and swift as…well…a mouse, Clint threw it over the top and we added the hamper to the top of that for extra insurance. We debated the various options of what to do next- Clint’s heart moved ever so slightly with this one as in his words, it hopped like a Kangaroo. This is quite the profound shift as the last couple of times upon waking up to them he shakes his head and declares his hatred of mice with a certain modium of disgust, but with this one the first words out of his mouth were “it’s kind of cute”. We debated the pros and cons of driving it a mile away and releasing it (apparently if it’s less than that they get back to your house and come right back in) including who would be the one to hold the mouse container in the car, and also considered humane ways to kill it. We narrowed it down to the only conceivable option since we both needed to start getting ready for work and we quickly lifted the lid of the garbage can and slid a bated trap under it. When we left this morning it was still clinging to the top of the garbage can for dear life. I’m starting to feel a tiny bit bad about the whole thing as I’m sure that mouse is/was scared out of its wits, but alas Chloe batting mice around on the floor while we try to sleep just won’t do so we’re saying goodbye to another one. We’ve agreed that if the mouse somehow did manage to escape the trap (even though it literally has an 8” square of space to run around in) we will drive it to the river and release it to more than likely be dinner for a hawk or owl. I can sleep with that one on my conscious though- because you know, the whole circle of life thing. Is it just too much to ask that they stay in the crawl space?!
For me the next part happened largely the same, me standing on the bed, refusing to look at it, getting Clint to do the dirty work, etc. But he has spent much time since the last visitation with the one that got away (or maybe not) trying to figure out where he went wrong and how to successfully apprehend it next time. He determined that the key factor would be trapping the mouse. So trap it we did. We emptied the office garbage can and swift as…well…a mouse, Clint threw it over the top and we added the hamper to the top of that for extra insurance. We debated the various options of what to do next- Clint’s heart moved ever so slightly with this one as in his words, it hopped like a Kangaroo. This is quite the profound shift as the last couple of times upon waking up to them he shakes his head and declares his hatred of mice with a certain modium of disgust, but with this one the first words out of his mouth were “it’s kind of cute”. We debated the pros and cons of driving it a mile away and releasing it (apparently if it’s less than that they get back to your house and come right back in) including who would be the one to hold the mouse container in the car, and also considered humane ways to kill it. We narrowed it down to the only conceivable option since we both needed to start getting ready for work and we quickly lifted the lid of the garbage can and slid a bated trap under it. When we left this morning it was still clinging to the top of the garbage can for dear life. I’m starting to feel a tiny bit bad about the whole thing as I’m sure that mouse is/was scared out of its wits, but alas Chloe batting mice around on the floor while we try to sleep just won’t do so we’re saying goodbye to another one. We’ve agreed that if the mouse somehow did manage to escape the trap (even though it literally has an 8” square of space to run around in) we will drive it to the river and release it to more than likely be dinner for a hawk or owl. I can sleep with that one on my conscious though- because you know, the whole circle of life thing. Is it just too much to ask that they stay in the crawl space?!
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