Fuck you, Mickey!
May 18, 2009 0:04:42 GMT -5
Post by Lucky on May 18, 2009 0:04:42 GMT -5
I caught your ass!
Sure you're like Mouse #8 so I have no illusions of being done. But you were a fucking chore. Way bigger than any of your relatives you were a true bitch and I chased you all damn night.
This fucker tipped me off when I heard LOTS of noise in the kitchen. Turns out he was stuck in the glue trap but he was too big for it to hold. He found himself something to leverage against and fought his way free. Damn. I catch sight of him scurrying behind the toaster, which is good because there's no out I can't see. I clean the counter, glove up, grab a cup and bag, and get to mouse catching. I knock the toaster around and inch it out expecting him to run but no luck. Finally move the toaster figuring I must have lost him and there's a BIG ass mouse just sitting in the corner staring at me. My efforts to catch it have me chasing him all over the counter including as he hides under the pots on the stove and I contemplate lighting a jet and lighting him up. But the mental image of a burning mouse setting my kitchen on fire as he runs away makes me wise up.
Fucker gets away from me and heads up the side of the fridge. Top of the fridge is fairly cluttered and there's an open cabinet up there. I don't really want to reach around with this big fucker over my head so I decide to just set a trap for him. I know where he has to come down and I trust he will so I set 3 traps in a row and bait them.
Enough time passes, I hear the frantic noise again. I go out and the fucker is stuck on two traps fighting free and he's damn near done it. Fucker is BIG. Glove on, bag open, and I decide to use trap #3 to squeeze him in and end any chances of him getting away again. 3 damn traps and you're in the garbage bag and then I whack you against the floor just because you've made my life miserable. And you're big enough that I can imagine you freeing yourself and ripping your way out of the bag.
Fucking FINALLY! Its not a good story but damned if I didn't have to say it to someone. That was my night and that dude was BIG. Big enough for me to go online and look up the difference between mice and rats just to make sure I didn't have a worse problem then I realized.
I can't imagine you're the last mouse but I sure as hell hope you were the daddy mouse. Hopefully that means the end of reproduction and maybe even spooking your litter into leaving because some big bad predator took out daddy. But damned if just catching you didn't make me feel a lot better about this fucking mess we have since as it is I don't feel comfortable sleeping in my bed or eating any food that isn't takeout. And I'm REALLY sick of fast food. I want some fucking vegetables.
Sure you're like Mouse #8 so I have no illusions of being done. But you were a fucking chore. Way bigger than any of your relatives you were a true bitch and I chased you all damn night.
This fucker tipped me off when I heard LOTS of noise in the kitchen. Turns out he was stuck in the glue trap but he was too big for it to hold. He found himself something to leverage against and fought his way free. Damn. I catch sight of him scurrying behind the toaster, which is good because there's no out I can't see. I clean the counter, glove up, grab a cup and bag, and get to mouse catching. I knock the toaster around and inch it out expecting him to run but no luck. Finally move the toaster figuring I must have lost him and there's a BIG ass mouse just sitting in the corner staring at me. My efforts to catch it have me chasing him all over the counter including as he hides under the pots on the stove and I contemplate lighting a jet and lighting him up. But the mental image of a burning mouse setting my kitchen on fire as he runs away makes me wise up.
Fucker gets away from me and heads up the side of the fridge. Top of the fridge is fairly cluttered and there's an open cabinet up there. I don't really want to reach around with this big fucker over my head so I decide to just set a trap for him. I know where he has to come down and I trust he will so I set 3 traps in a row and bait them.
Enough time passes, I hear the frantic noise again. I go out and the fucker is stuck on two traps fighting free and he's damn near done it. Fucker is BIG. Glove on, bag open, and I decide to use trap #3 to squeeze him in and end any chances of him getting away again. 3 damn traps and you're in the garbage bag and then I whack you against the floor just because you've made my life miserable. And you're big enough that I can imagine you freeing yourself and ripping your way out of the bag.
Fucking FINALLY! Its not a good story but damned if I didn't have to say it to someone. That was my night and that dude was BIG. Big enough for me to go online and look up the difference between mice and rats just to make sure I didn't have a worse problem then I realized.
I can't imagine you're the last mouse but I sure as hell hope you were the daddy mouse. Hopefully that means the end of reproduction and maybe even spooking your litter into leaving because some big bad predator took out daddy. But damned if just catching you didn't make me feel a lot better about this fucking mess we have since as it is I don't feel comfortable sleeping in my bed or eating any food that isn't takeout. And I'm REALLY sick of fast food. I want some fucking vegetables.
