I want on a bit of a rampage last night... we constantly battle mice, and I usually catch one on a fairly regular basis... but last night I moved some things around to funnel them into a tight spot. Like sand people, they travel in single file to hide their numbers. I created a space only big enough for the trap that waited, and got out what I consider to be super-bait... peanut butter. In the time it took to watch a movie, I caught... emptied... and reset the trap 4 times. It was as easy as bulls-eyeing wamprats in my T-16 back home. Sometime after dozing off... I felt a disturbance in the force. I woke to the sound of the trap snapping down on #5, and made a mental note to empty it this morning before going to Tosche Station to pick up some power converters. When I woke up this morning, I checked it... and it was gone. Trap and everything... the force was strong with this one. After 10 minutes of hunting for any signs I gave up and went to work. This evening I returned home to finish my quest, and after moving furniture around found the trap but no mouse. #5 has become my new arch nemesis. The hunt will continue and I vow to settle this score and soon celebrate victory. To add to the thrill of the hunt... I will not simply refer to him as #5, but have nicknamed him... Darth Evader. I have to assume he lost a hand in the ordeal, and hope to find him before he has has a robotic prosthetic to replace it. To be continued...
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 00:13:06 +0000
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