The count is now three.
Three verminous, furry, icky, tailed creatures are now gone.
Granted, one was released alive, but TWO ARE DEADER THAN DOORNAILS, HALLELUJAH, PRAISE THE LORD.
And I have bought more traps, since it obvious we have been Invaded by Vermin Who Multiply and Eat Furniture. A recent discovery of a hole the size of an apricot in the back of one of the older chairs attests to this fact. It's halfway up the back of the chair. Why on earth they felt the need to gnaw through the fabric in the CHAIR is beyond me, but gnaw they did. And do.So this is what awaits the pestilence in my home. After trying out a plethora of traps, we found this one works the best. It does the job God intended it to do, and leaves only the tail of the miscreant sticking outside for public viewing after all is said and done.
Kind of like when you barbeque a raccoon and leave one paw on it so people know it's not a dog? Yeah, you know, like that.
Anyway, the tail is there to prove there is actually a mouse inside the trap, even though you can't see its little smooshed neck and/or head and/or guts because it's all nice and neatly covered up. And if you so choose, you can take this trap with the tail hanging out of it and release the little lever as you hold it over the trash can with your eyes closed, and the little rodent that was will plop on top of your trash without you having to see it at all.
And then you can reuse the trap. Of course, I would recommend rinsing it out with BOILING HOT WATER first to get rid of the remaining mouse guts, but that's just me.
And just for the record? We only use these traps once. We throw them away, mouse and all, even if they do cost around $4.50 each because...well...EEEEEWWWWWW. But if you're the thrifty sort with an iron stomach, more power to you!
You're a better man than I am. Or woman, for that matter.
More news on The War as it happens. Film at eleven. Or not.