I had to watch 2 youTube videos to learn how to set one of those “snapper your necker” traps without amputating a finger. It took – NO lie – an hour. There it sits. Beautifully set like a pro, might I add? The only thing missing is the tiny red carpet. It is not surprising that this mouse wrote me the following note:
Good try sweetheart, but I saw an old friend I lying around in this thing. I hadn’t seen him in a few winters. I thought he might have moved south but, nope, it looks like he didn’t quite make it. It was a sad surprise to find him when I moved back in here on that cold, wet day last week. I found the poor bastard dead, and by the looks of him I’d guess 1-2 years dry. Now, I ain’t all that smart but this here sure looks like the same contraption and it smells, oddly reminiscent of him and of… peanut butter. I’ve gone off the peanut butter. I hear it can kill you.
The mouse was right. An Ex-BF set that trap for me long ago. We broke up and I didn’t have the foresight to think ahead and have him set some alimony traps for the future. Lesson learned. Anyway, I forgot it was sitting under the couch until the scratching began. I went to fetch it, as it was the only trap I had left over. Quite unfortunate that it was “occupied.” The sight of him was a bit distressing. He was dried stiff-and-tight between the little silver snapping bar and the wooden dock.
A pair of surgical gloves, pliers and eyes closed tight … voila! Dead mouse removed. It took some elbow grease but an hour later a freshly set, albeit, heavy used trap was placed into employment. Three days later….no mouse, just the note.
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