After a humiliating defeat yesterday, I decided to up the ante. If the fancy plastic re-usable traps featuring a “unique design virtually guaranteed to stop a mouse from getting the bait” wasn’t going to work, then I went with Plan B… good ole fashion wooden single use traps. I suppose that you could use them more than once, if you wanted to pry their broken bodies out, clean off the mouse guts, and set it again… but that seems like too much work to me. Besides, those traps are pretty inexpensive. Hardly worth being so stingy.
So this morning when I got up to use the bathroom, I glanced over to where I had set two traps… the plastic one that had proven useless the night prior, and a wooden one. Guess which one had snapped on a little grey bastard? Yup! The wooden one. To be fair, I don’t think that the mouse got anywhere near the plastic one. It still had the peanut butter bait. I can just imagine the thoughts going through his little rodent brain as he saw not one, but two offerings of peanut butter for him… Heaven! And that’s exactly where he is now. Good riddance.
I decided to check the lone wooden trap that I had placed in the summer kitchen. It’s technically not in the house, but once they get in there, it’s a simple matter of moving into the main area. I laughed when I saw that trap. The mouse was literally hanging in the air, with its little head trapped, and the rest of the body dangling off the shelf. It doesn’t look like he even made it to the shelf. Just climbed up, went to take a sniff.. and *SNAP* . End of days.
That’s right, my furry little rodent opponents… End of Days!