With the onset of winter and the extended absence of several members of the house, an indeterminate number of mice apparently felt like now was the time to make their presence known in our house. I don’t exactly know why they’re here. My suspicion is that it has something to do with their desire to master French cooking or to reconnect with the other mice who immigrated to this area from the shtetl. They might also be part of a team of rodent rescuers. I don’t know and I don’t care. They’ve become increasingly bold, even going so far as to penetrate into my bedroom!
As my anxiety increased, I decided that the tension in the household could only be relieved by the spilling of rodent blood. So I drove to Target, bought four of those classic snap trap, baited them with peanut butter, and then left the house for two days to visit my parents.
I returned to a scene of unbelievable carnage:
As you can see the mouse was much more widdle and adorable than I had thought it would be. Even in death, it just looked so cute. Nonetheless, I was well satisfied that I’d managed to get rid of one of the horrible pests.
Unfortunately, the mice circumvented the rest of my traps! They not only failed to get caught in them, they actually managed to lick them clean!!! Diabolical.
Being at attention for days has, however, given the traps a much looser trigger (as I discovered while attempting to re-bait them [my finger is still numb from being snapped at]), so my hope is that the mice will’ve been lulled into a false sense of security and that when they go back to replicate their peanut butter heist, they’ll find their necks broke.