You know, I feel bad for whacking the little things…they’re just too damn cute, with their whiskered little snouts, and their cute little ears. Unfortunately, they have a habit of crapping where we store our food, and I’d rather not have the kids catch rodent funk. The shit they leave all over the place is not so cute.
I have found the perfect spot for the traps. The space behind the microwave is like a little rodent highway…they prefer moving under cover, and that dark tunnel is just too tempting for a quick dash toward the cereal bags. I park one of those Victor traps right at the exit of Microwave Alley, and in the morning, the trap is usually popped. The Victor in that picture has killed close to a dozen mice by now, four of them in the last four nights. I’m thinking about spacing them out in that spot, to see if I can get some chain kills.
Poor little thing…and yet, what comes to mind when I see one dead in the trap is the Monty Python skit called “Trade Description Act“, where Inspector Praline from the hygiene squad pays a visit to the Whizzo Chocolate Company for selling disgusting and/or dangerous chocolate treats (like “Spring Surprise” which is a pair of chocolate-covered steel bolts that will pierce the eater’s cheeks.)
“Well where’s the pleasure in THAT?!? If rodents go for a midnight stroll to have a bit of crackers and cheese, they don’t expect to have their necks snapped!”
Yeah, I have an odd sense of humor.
EDIT: Finally, a useful suggested WordPress link!
This makes me stand in awe of American ingenuity: the Victor Multi-Kill Electronic Mouse Trap. I want one.