I Am Nathan Lane
Dec. 3rd, 2003 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tinhuvielNo doubt about it ~ I'm in the movie "Mouse Hunt". It's a lot funnier watching it than being in it.
Before Aunt Tudi and I left for Hell-Mart, I set out the Havahart traps. At the end of each trap I placed a delicacy of my own making, a marble sized peanut butter oatmeal nugget. After rubbing my hands together dramatically and emoting a hearty bwaaaaah!!, I gathered Aunt Tudi up and off we went to the store.
As an aside, there was a surprising amount of milk and bread left for our convenience. Bless the panic-sticken public for thinking of us!
Upon returning home, I checked both traps and they were both still open; however, one of the traps no longer had its peanut butter oatmeal nugget. The little fucker outwitted the trap! Aaarrrrgh!
I didn't lose my cool, though. Instead I got a small chunk of cheese and reset the trap. While I was in the shower, Aunt Tudi shouted that she heard the door of the trap snap shut. Ah, sweet victory!
No.
The wee rodent had attempted to get the cheese, but apparently backed out of the trap before the door closed behind him. Damn, damn, damn. So I reset the trap and am now waiting and hoping for the best. Ideally, our unwelcome houseguest will get himself into a pickle very early in the morning and I can cart his gnarly butt to work and let him loose in the field next door. Based upon his recent behaviour though, the reality of it is that I'll probably wake up to two empty traps and the sounds of a very tiny belch coming from a mouse that has had way too much to eat. Maybe I should put a Tums in the trap after that. I'm sure he'll need it.
Before Aunt Tudi and I left for Hell-Mart, I set out the Havahart traps. At the end of each trap I placed a delicacy of my own making, a marble sized peanut butter oatmeal nugget. After rubbing my hands together dramatically and emoting a hearty bwaaaaah!!, I gathered Aunt Tudi up and off we went to the store.
As an aside, there was a surprising amount of milk and bread left for our convenience. Bless the panic-sticken public for thinking of us!
Upon returning home, I checked both traps and they were both still open; however, one of the traps no longer had its peanut butter oatmeal nugget. The little fucker outwitted the trap! Aaarrrrgh!
I didn't lose my cool, though. Instead I got a small chunk of cheese and reset the trap. While I was in the shower, Aunt Tudi shouted that she heard the door of the trap snap shut. Ah, sweet victory!
No.
The wee rodent had attempted to get the cheese, but apparently backed out of the trap before the door closed behind him. Damn, damn, damn. So I reset the trap and am now waiting and hoping for the best. Ideally, our unwelcome houseguest will get himself into a pickle very early in the morning and I can cart his gnarly butt to work and let him loose in the field next door. Based upon his recent behaviour though, the reality of it is that I'll probably wake up to two empty traps and the sounds of a very tiny belch coming from a mouse that has had way too much to eat. Maybe I should put a Tums in the trap after that. I'm sure he'll need it.
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Date: 2003-12-03 10:54 pm (UTC)it will kill him, though.
then it's like, "havahart! not!"
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Date: 2003-12-05 12:01 pm (UTC)