RIP Mr. Mouse
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Mr. Mouse had set up an abode in my garage. I tried to catch him with live traps, but to no avail. (It turned out he was too fat to fit in them...!) I then tried a traditional mousetrap, baited with fine Cheshire cheese. Within 15 minutes, the cheese was gone, but the trap was not sprung. Aha, a clever one! Later in the evening, after I had noticed the insulation chewed off four wires under the hood of my car, and after he had appeared in front of me, mocking me, and didn't run away, I made the painful decision to deploy a bait station. I came home for lunch the next day and there he was, lying in the driveway, his once beady eyes cloudy and gray. In his last moments he did the honorable thing and died where he was easily found, where he wouldn't stink up the garage while I searched for his body. I scooped him up and laid him to rest, double bagged, in the trash can. He was a good mouse. I honestly feel bad about using such extreme measures, and will purchase a larger live trap in case I should run into some of his portly friends. Rest in peace Mr. Mouse. :rose:
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Mr. Mouse had set up an abode in my garage. I tried to catch him with live traps, but to no avail. (It turned out he was too fat to fit in them...!) I then tried a traditional mousetrap, baited with fine Cheshire cheese. Within 15 minutes, the cheese was gone, but the trap was not sprung. Aha, a clever one! Later in the evening, after I had noticed the insulation chewed off four wires under the hood of my car, and after he had appeared in front of me, mocking me, and didn't run away, I made the painful decision to deploy a bait station. I came home for lunch the next day and there he was, lying in the driveway, his once beady eyes cloudy and gray. In his last moments he did the honorable thing and died where he was easily found, where he wouldn't stink up the garage while I searched for his body. I scooped him up and laid him to rest, double bagged, in the trash can. He was a good mouse. I honestly feel bad about using such extreme measures, and will purchase a larger live trap in case I should run into some of his portly friends. Rest in peace Mr. Mouse. :rose:
Colin Rae wrote:
Rest in peace Mr. Mouse.
Are you sure he was a he? If not, you might still get that stink wafting your way! (although if she was still fat you may have got there in time)
MVVM# - See how I did MVVM my way ___________________________________________ Man, you're a god. - walterhevedeich 26/05/2011 .\\axxx (That's an 'M')
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Colin Rae wrote:
Rest in peace Mr. Mouse.
Are you sure he was a he? If not, you might still get that stink wafting your way! (although if she was still fat you may have got there in time)
MVVM# - See how I did MVVM my way ___________________________________________ Man, you're a god. - walterhevedeich 26/05/2011 .\\axxx (That's an 'M')
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His name was Mr. Mouse... :) I could say something about intelligence and gender, but I fear I would be treading on thin ice...! But yes, hopefully my assumption was correct... don't make me feel any worse by bringing up cute baby mice!
Colin Rae wrote:
His name was Mr. Mouse
But it's easy to mis-hear when they speak, what with those tiny mouths, whiskers and so on.
Colin Rae wrote:
bringing up cute baby mice
MVVM# - See how I did MVVM my way ___________________________________________ Man, you're a god. - walterhevedeich 26/05/2011 .\\axxx (That's an 'M')
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Mr. Mouse had set up an abode in my garage. I tried to catch him with live traps, but to no avail. (It turned out he was too fat to fit in them...!) I then tried a traditional mousetrap, baited with fine Cheshire cheese. Within 15 minutes, the cheese was gone, but the trap was not sprung. Aha, a clever one! Later in the evening, after I had noticed the insulation chewed off four wires under the hood of my car, and after he had appeared in front of me, mocking me, and didn't run away, I made the painful decision to deploy a bait station. I came home for lunch the next day and there he was, lying in the driveway, his once beady eyes cloudy and gray. In his last moments he did the honorable thing and died where he was easily found, where he wouldn't stink up the garage while I searched for his body. I scooped him up and laid him to rest, double bagged, in the trash can. He was a good mouse. I honestly feel bad about using such extreme measures, and will purchase a larger live trap in case I should run into some of his portly friends. Rest in peace Mr. Mouse. :rose:
Colin Rae wrote:
He was a good mouse.
he cant have been that good, you got him. If i were a mouse i'd have evaded you for ages, taunting you with carefully placed "presents" and I'd certainly not fallen for the old poison bait trick. Bryce
MCAD --- To paraphrase Fred Dagg - the views expressed in this post are bloody good ones. --
Our kids books :The Snot Goblin, and Book 2 - the Snotgoblin and Fluff The Snotgoblin for the Ipad -
Colin Rae wrote:
He was a good mouse.
he cant have been that good, you got him. If i were a mouse i'd have evaded you for ages, taunting you with carefully placed "presents" and I'd certainly not fallen for the old poison bait trick. Bryce
MCAD --- To paraphrase Fred Dagg - the views expressed in this post are bloody good ones. --
Our kids books :The Snot Goblin, and Book 2 - the Snotgoblin and Fluff The Snotgoblin for the IpadBy "good mouse", he meant "tasty mouse".
Somebody in an online forum wrote:
INTJs never really joke. They make a point. The joke is just a gift wrapper.
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Mr. Mouse had set up an abode in my garage. I tried to catch him with live traps, but to no avail. (It turned out he was too fat to fit in them...!) I then tried a traditional mousetrap, baited with fine Cheshire cheese. Within 15 minutes, the cheese was gone, but the trap was not sprung. Aha, a clever one! Later in the evening, after I had noticed the insulation chewed off four wires under the hood of my car, and after he had appeared in front of me, mocking me, and didn't run away, I made the painful decision to deploy a bait station. I came home for lunch the next day and there he was, lying in the driveway, his once beady eyes cloudy and gray. In his last moments he did the honorable thing and died where he was easily found, where he wouldn't stink up the garage while I searched for his body. I scooped him up and laid him to rest, double bagged, in the trash can. He was a good mouse. I honestly feel bad about using such extreme measures, and will purchase a larger live trap in case I should run into some of his portly friends. Rest in peace Mr. Mouse. :rose:
If you do have more mice than you thought: This will send them packing[^] Edit: And if the mice are too big: Get this one[^]
"Dark the dark side is. Very dark..." - Yoda ---
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Mr. Mouse had set up an abode in my garage. I tried to catch him with live traps, but to no avail. (It turned out he was too fat to fit in them...!) I then tried a traditional mousetrap, baited with fine Cheshire cheese. Within 15 minutes, the cheese was gone, but the trap was not sprung. Aha, a clever one! Later in the evening, after I had noticed the insulation chewed off four wires under the hood of my car, and after he had appeared in front of me, mocking me, and didn't run away, I made the painful decision to deploy a bait station. I came home for lunch the next day and there he was, lying in the driveway, his once beady eyes cloudy and gray. In his last moments he did the honorable thing and died where he was easily found, where he wouldn't stink up the garage while I searched for his body. I scooped him up and laid him to rest, double bagged, in the trash can. He was a good mouse. I honestly feel bad about using such extreme measures, and will purchase a larger live trap in case I should run into some of his portly friends. Rest in peace Mr. Mouse. :rose:
May the best ye've ever seen Be the worst ye'll ever see May a moose ne'er leave yer girnal Wi' a tear drap in his e'e May ye aye keep hale an' he'rty Till ye're auld eneuch tae dee May ye aye be jist as happy As we wish ye aye tae be
------------------------------------ I will never again mention that I was the poster of the One Millionth Lounge Post, nor that it was complete drivel. Dalek Dave CCC Link[^] Trolls[^]
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Mr. Mouse had set up an abode in my garage. I tried to catch him with live traps, but to no avail. (It turned out he was too fat to fit in them...!) I then tried a traditional mousetrap, baited with fine Cheshire cheese. Within 15 minutes, the cheese was gone, but the trap was not sprung. Aha, a clever one! Later in the evening, after I had noticed the insulation chewed off four wires under the hood of my car, and after he had appeared in front of me, mocking me, and didn't run away, I made the painful decision to deploy a bait station. I came home for lunch the next day and there he was, lying in the driveway, his once beady eyes cloudy and gray. In his last moments he did the honorable thing and died where he was easily found, where he wouldn't stink up the garage while I searched for his body. I scooped him up and laid him to rest, double bagged, in the trash can. He was a good mouse. I honestly feel bad about using such extreme measures, and will purchase a larger live trap in case I should run into some of his portly friends. Rest in peace Mr. Mouse. :rose:
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May the best ye've ever seen Be the worst ye'll ever see May a moose ne'er leave yer girnal Wi' a tear drap in his e'e May ye aye keep hale an' he'rty Till ye're auld eneuch tae dee May ye aye be jist as happy As we wish ye aye tae be
------------------------------------ I will never again mention that I was the poster of the One Millionth Lounge Post, nor that it was complete drivel. Dalek Dave CCC Link[^] Trolls[^]
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Mr. Mouse had set up an abode in my garage. I tried to catch him with live traps, but to no avail. (It turned out he was too fat to fit in them...!) I then tried a traditional mousetrap, baited with fine Cheshire cheese. Within 15 minutes, the cheese was gone, but the trap was not sprung. Aha, a clever one! Later in the evening, after I had noticed the insulation chewed off four wires under the hood of my car, and after he had appeared in front of me, mocking me, and didn't run away, I made the painful decision to deploy a bait station. I came home for lunch the next day and there he was, lying in the driveway, his once beady eyes cloudy and gray. In his last moments he did the honorable thing and died where he was easily found, where he wouldn't stink up the garage while I searched for his body. I scooped him up and laid him to rest, double bagged, in the trash can. He was a good mouse. I honestly feel bad about using such extreme measures, and will purchase a larger live trap in case I should run into some of his portly friends. Rest in peace Mr. Mouse. :rose:
A while back, I posted about my mouse/rat problems. I ended up harassing them so much that they moved to a neighbor's yard.
"I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours. " — Hunter S. Thompson My comedy.
