The Mouse Situation
A quick update.
On Sunday, as we were sitting down and enjoying some bad telly, we heard one of the traps go. We have two plastic "humane" traps in the bed-sitting room. We had understood that by humane it meant that the traps in question killed quickly, rather than mame the wee beasties. However it became quickly apparent that the ensnared vermin was very much alive, as it's still-moving (oxymoron?) tail waved at me from the jaws of the device. As it transpires, the traps were even more humane than we had gathered, so off I trotted to the far entrance of a nearby park and released the critter, which made a dart for the long grass where it could no doubt nurse its injured pride.
I have just returned from a very very very hard day's work, dealing with ads that may or may not be for a dangerous brain-washing cult and a big old tonne of archiving to discover that two of the three inhumane traps, of the Warner Brothers BFO metal bar, mouse guts and poo everywhere variety, have been stripped of their seemingly irresistible bait of peanut butter and yummy chocolate spread, and remain very much unsprung. Pictures to follow.
Actually, following the successful relocation (one assumes) of one of the mice on Sunday, I've rather gone off the idea of killing them, and so the failure of the Little Nipper traps (yeah, nipped to fucking death!) has rather quickened my resolve to replace them with big blue perspex live capture varieties. I shall take this up with him indoors who, I suspect, will be very much of the same opinion. Just so long as I do the releasing.
On Sunday, as we were sitting down and enjoying some bad telly, we heard one of the traps go. We have two plastic "humane" traps in the bed-sitting room. We had understood that by humane it meant that the traps in question killed quickly, rather than mame the wee beasties. However it became quickly apparent that the ensnared vermin was very much alive, as it's still-moving (oxymoron?) tail waved at me from the jaws of the device. As it transpires, the traps were even more humane than we had gathered, so off I trotted to the far entrance of a nearby park and released the critter, which made a dart for the long grass where it could no doubt nurse its injured pride.
I have just returned from a very very very hard day's work, dealing with ads that may or may not be for a dangerous brain-washing cult and a big old tonne of archiving to discover that two of the three inhumane traps, of the Warner Brothers BFO metal bar, mouse guts and poo everywhere variety, have been stripped of their seemingly irresistible bait of peanut butter and yummy chocolate spread, and remain very much unsprung. Pictures to follow.
Actually, following the successful relocation (one assumes) of one of the mice on Sunday, I've rather gone off the idea of killing them, and so the failure of the Little Nipper traps (yeah, nipped to fucking death!) has rather quickened my resolve to replace them with big blue perspex live capture varieties. I shall take this up with him indoors who, I suspect, will be very much of the same opinion. Just so long as I do the releasing.
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