The end of another mouse

Like I said, they always turn up in twos. 

Caught another mouse under the sink today.  I've reset the trap; may as well go for the trifecta.

I'm glad my Buddhist friend doesn't read this blog.  She catches all her mice live ... and then goes to great trouble, driving miles out of town to release them into the bush.

At least she's more responsible than another Buddhist lady I heard about.  She used to drop off her mice in the local school-yard, saying that she knew there would always be plenty of food scraps for them there!

After viewing this shot (and disposing of the mouse), I went back to the cupboard to give it a scrub. Just letting Tabor know that not all of my house is as clean as she might expect.

Comments

[joared]

This scene brings back traumatic memories of the days after ...
In the quiet of our bedroom one hot summer night, we heard a slight noise in the ceiling overhead. Soon the skittering sounds moved from one end of the room's ceiling to the other, repeatedly, until it began to sound like a racetrack of some sort. A check the next day (not by me, you can be sure) revealed fruit rats had not only invaded our attic, but had set up housekeeping. I'll spare you the details, referring you back to the opening line of this comment. We haven't had fruit rats since. I won't attempt to address the moral and religious implications of the actions that were taken.

[Tjilpi]

Have you taken a week off to cleanse your soul after murdering mice?

[Tabor]

I think that the fact that you live in the country and eat food usually has something to do with the mouse population in your house. I still think it is clean---I mean look how clean that mouse trap is!

[Jude]

The mouse plague is over - with a body count of only two. Emptying those traps is not my favourite job, but it beats having a half dead one dropped at your feet by a huntress cat.