Good News
I got 5 more traps yesterday. We had seven total set last night. Nary a one was set off this morning.
I made it through church without a bevvy. I got Aunt Visor's big-gulp-in-a-big-bag technique after I got home from church but I will definitely be using that in the future.
Gty is home.
Bad News
Last night as I was quietly sitting in our family room reading Midnight Sun on my laptop, a widdle mouse ran across the floor right in front of me. Luckily my feet were up on the ottoman at the time. Are they becoming desperate fools a the ends of their pitiful ropes? How have I NEVER seen one before and now, after aiding and abeting the murders 7 of them, does one run across my floor????? I have to admit that it was kind of cute though. I imagined it running on a little wheel in a cage full of sawdust and I wasn't as freaked out as I probably should have been. Don't get me wrong, I'm not getting all soft here. Quite the contrary. This just upped the ante. Or kicked it up a notch. Either way, Jerry must die.
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Ooh they escaped the basement? I can't wait for an update on this issue. We have ants right now which is pissing me off.
He's prolly just been reading your blog and queso's blog and realized that you need more veggies in your life, so he was skipping on over to the kitchen to cook you up something.
Ratatouille
You should probably put one under your covers in your bed, in case he tries to join you tonight.
Also, next Sunday I was thinking of actually making it to sacrament meeting, especially now that I haved learned how to sneak the pop.
"Somebody's going to hell," I sang in Alice's lyrical sing-song voice while dancing across the room in the same way other people would merely walk. (I'm talking about the mouse, of course)
--St. Jenny
I wonder how a sing-song voice sounds. I guess we'll find out Nov. 21st!
Very disturbing. Mice outside the basement. I guess we could have expected it, but still. Here's an idea. One of our home teaching ladies does not want mice in her house. Her solution is to put about 10 of the old fashion snap traps on her front porch so they know they're arent' welcome. I kid you not. When we home teach her we have to step over the pile of traps to get in her front door. When I get old, if I do stuff like that, just slap me silly.
Another suggestion: widen your trap perimeter. You may have to buy enough to put every 5 feet. Maybe they're tired of peanut butter. Try cheeeeeeese. Just a thought.
I prefer flitting across the room, but that's just me.
Is it POSSIBLE to get sick of peanut butter???? I eat at least 1/2 cup peanut butter per day (if you add up what's on my sammich plus the number of times I lick the knife) and I have yet to be sick of it!!
I like the traps on the porch idea though... it might keep the HTs away at least.
^^That must be who's going to hell.
WHO deleted their own comment? I do not believe in censorship.
And Amy, I forgot to mention, but that trap-under-the-covers comment was just flat out mean.
::getting a hotel for the night::
Amy why do you have to put such evil creepy thoughts into my head. We're dealing with mice too and I'm already to scared to put my feet on the ground before checking for mice. *shiver*
Get a cat.
You should always step on the top of your shoes before you actually put a foot into them. You know, to make sure Jerry isn't hangin out in their cozy warmthness.
That why I like the flip flops.
^^she's good. she's really good.
Where's your review?!?!?!?!?
Yeah, where's your review, Miss Hilarious? Psh, you didn't really read it, did you. I'm tempted to make a vulgar comment to test your high and mighty anti-censorship claim. Be right back, gotta go burn some books and download Kanye West's "clean" version of Gold Digger...
I left it in Amy's comments, sistah. I didn't want you to have to avoid EVERYBODY's sites. I mean, what would you do with all that time you always seem to have?
I don't censor, but just keep in mind that Mary might stop by my site at any time. ::snicker::
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