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> On Sun, 28 Dec 2003 07:31:16 GMT, Blair P. Houghton > wrote:
> I had a mouse. - He was living in my kitchen for a week or so. <snip>
>
> For many years I've lived at the edge of a desert residential area, with
> no homes immediately across the street. There used to be just a burned
> out cabin foundation directly across, but one day a big tractor-sort
> cleared that away, in preparation for a pre-fab home being put there
> now. Until the initial cleaaring came about, I had never experienced a
> need for mousing anywhere I've lived.
>
> Hah! One evening I thought I saw what I supposed was a dried up
> cottonwood leaf blow in through the security screen that I have an 8x10"
> section cut out of for the pup, though no leaf was to be seen about.
> Some minutes later there was a wee mouse scampering across the room to
> get behind the television. I had nothing at home to use, so I went to
> the hardware store and chose those "sticky plates" to set at each side
> of the TV's back for catching the little buggar.

When I was a kid I worked at a local hardware chain, and the store I was
at had a definite mouse problem.

Decided to use the glue traps at the time. Well, next day when I came in
there were two of the little critters stuck to it. What to do, what to
do.

Seems that week we were having a special on 2L bottles of Coca Cola
(Don't ask - it was a hardware store but we sold soda and TV's - go
figure - anyone remember NHD?) so I slipped the glue trap into a paper
bag, got the pallet jack and lifted an entire pallet of Coca Cola and
slid the paper bag underneath and hit the pressure release on the pallet
jack. Squish! Messy but effective.

Then of course when they started digging up the neighborhood where I
lived to put in new apartment buildings to give the animals from
Providence College a place to live we had a mouse/rat problem. Seems the
rats had taken up residence under the doghouse. Friend and I used to
take two shovels and a rock. Using one shovel and the rock as a fulcrum
and then tucking the spade end under the doghouse (A big doghouse - for
a German Shepherd, best dog I ever had but that's another story.) and
jumping to lift. As the rats ran out the other of us would hammer em'
with the other shovel. Once we knew they were dead we'd toss em' into
the nearby foundation of a new building going up.

Problem was that some people thought this wasn't so humane. Remember,
we're talking about rats here both the four legged kind and the two
legged kind. So we graduated to a live trap. Problem there is what the
hell do you do with the now ****ed off rat in the cage. First run we lit
it on fire - bad, bad, bad.

Fortunately I had a 10 gallon aquarium with a slow leak. From that point
on we simply filled it with water, dropped the trap containing the rat
in and voila - dead rat.

And my SO wonders why things like that don't bother me. I've been
dealing with it all my life.