Things are not good in my critter battle. As in, at the moment I’m not winning. But, as the girls say, I have a plan.There is a gardening sotre in my town called OK Hatchery. I stopped in after work last night and stocked up on bait and traps. The bait I put around the outside of my house. That was easy. The traps were another story.
Me to the guy at OK Hatchery: “I have a mouse.”
The guy: “And you want this mouse?”
Me: “No. I want to get rid of it.”
The guy: “You never have one mouse. Follow me. You can use glue trays or traps, but really traps are best.” This was not what I wanted to hear. Me set a mousetrap? What if it flipped and caught me and I was home alone and it bled and I couldn’t get it off and I screamed and Jake freaked out. And how would I dispose of it once the mouse was on it?
Me: “Can you show me how to set it?” This was a moment of insanity. To give him credit he did a great job of patiently showing me how to set the trap and not pinch my fingers. After he demo'd how to set it, during which time I pummeled him with questions, he sprung the trap and handed it to me to practice. Success! I had it! I was a natural! Then he had me put it down so that I understood how delicate the trap mechanism is. Success again.
Me: “I’ll take three packages (six traps). What else do you have?”
The guy: “Bait. We have this bait. It works on mice, squirrels, and chipmunks.” Holy cow – did he just say chipmunks?
Me: “Perfect. I’ll take that as well.”
Loaded up I came home and basically booby-trapped my house. Bait and traps loaded with peanut butter. I set all six in my basement, carefully placed where Jake cannot get to them. And now the waiting game begins.
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