So . . . this big boy nearly did a cartwheel this morning. I should probably start at the beginning . . .. the other night around midnight, I am sitting in my recliner talking to Sandy Campbell on the phone and I see something out of the corner of my eye. A mouse goes scooting across my floor. I had a fit because I have only had two other mice in the 5 years Ive lived here and even though I know my house is very clean . . seeing a mouse makes you just feel dirty and like your privacy has been invaded. So I pulled back out my sticky traps I used a few years ago and they werent so sticky. I went to Wal-Mart on Sunday to buy some and of course they are out. I got a few of those twisty-turny type and baited them and nothing. Finally had to resort to the regular old dangerous wooden mouse trap with the killer bar that slams down (I say dangerous because I usually am the one that steps in it) . . but low and behold . .this morning . .I come down the stairs and as I got down there, I hear SNAP!!!! I look through all of them and I see him taking his last breath. I do not like to kill things but this was a matter of desperate measure. I screamed out loud with joy . . did a little fat kid dance .. . and thought about doing a cartwheel. I knew it wasnt going to happen but I did think about it. And there . . ..is Caseys story of the day :)
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 16:52:11 +0000
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