Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
148Trip End Oct 25, 2010
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Even some guests had complained, so what to do?
After long and soul-searching discussions, I agreed they had to go but they didn't have to die, not in my house, unless of old age.
A friend in America came up with a solution we all could live with: The Mouse Friendly Trap. Only available in America (probably some Telsel device I realised later,) but we all marveled over them once they arrived by express mail.
It looks just like a regular mousetrap but if you stick your finger in it, yes, it snaps, but it doesn't hurt, only you can't pull back again. Wow!
So the mouse will only be a bit surprised by the snap and go: Huh? Seems I'm all right, just let me wriggle out of this......and then he can't.
Now I wonder what the rest of the mice are thinking. Do they come to the rescue of just stand there baffled, trying to work out what the heck's happened. Or will they try and cheer the victim up? 'Hold on mate, we'll get you out of there. Just relax and breathe slowly (oh dear, what if his lungs are squashed?) Meanwhile, can we get you anything to eat?
No, that would be cruel.
Anyway, we thought we'd give it a go. Three friendly traps were strategically placed, topped with an inviting selection of French cheeses.
Next morning, much to my dismay, and I have to admit I only went along with it all cos I was sure the damn things wouldn't work, two mice had not survived the cheese.
That is not fair; not only had they not even had time to enjoy what turned out to be their last supper, but they were also dead. Not just gently held by the friendly trap till I came to carry them to the garden as was promised should a mouse be so stupid not to recognize a trap when he sees one.
I am now seriously considering suing the mouse trap company, though that might not be easy as the evidence has been destroyed.
The third trap, by the way, half hidden under the dishwasher, was retrieved today, holding yet another casualty.
I wasn't as upset as with the mice, though definitely more disgusted.
The departed was, yuck, a massive slug. I didn't check if he at least had the cheese, he's been gorging on any left on the kitchen counter for days, shamelessly leaving a slimy trail - no manners at all.
So I reckon he had it coming. Still, the sorry thing might well be my ticket to fortune as I am now working on a slug friendly trap and think I am on to something.
That has got to be a novelty!
Nothing against slugs of course, but I've got to eat too, no?