06/11/07
Vermin -
Categories: My office just lost one of its tenants: a mouse. Perhaps it was a rat. I noticed it last week, scuttling across the floor at night. I was mildly freaked.
I left cheese out for it on the floor.
The next day, I left cheese out for it on a trap.
The critter got the cheese in both cases, with precisely the same result: food, no springing of trap.
I tried peanut butter last night. This morning? Dead vermin. The trap had sprung. I'm pretty sure that the critter didn't suffer much. That was one flattened mini-rat, the head squished under the pressure of the snapped trap.
The annoying thing about all this is the queasiness I get. Yes, even from killing vermin.
I would not make a good flunky at an extermination camps.
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