Saturday, April 01, 2006

My New Friend

His name is Stubby. He's small and kind of cute. He's quick on his feet. He's always up for a good meal. He's kind of shy but is becoming a lot more bold recently.

Unlike other friends of mine, I really hope I never ever see the fucker again. But I don't think that is a possibility.

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Mondale said...

Mice are like foreigners, you have to spell it out in no uncertain terms or they keep coming back. I recommend a cat, actually I take that back. The cats that I have worked with have been spectaculary crap at catching mice. 'Woof' the legendary family cat of the mid 1980s-1990s often used to sit and watch the 'mouse in residence' rather than ripping it's guts out in a fit of feline ferocity. My father once had to carry the cat to the mouse that was sitting on the kitchen table.

April 02, 2006 9:34 AM
weasel said...

First you want to set a salt lick, and make sure you don't leave your scent in the area. Check for scat regularly, and stake out a spot for a tree stand. If it's open season a .306 should drop a fair sized bull, otherwise contact the Warden Service to arrange for a wildlife biolofgist to tranq the bastard.

Oh, a mouse. Oops, wrong vowel.

The Hav-a-heart live traps are nice an humane: just a dab of peanut butter in the bottom and no garrotted rodent to deal with the next day. Just slip it in your pocket and release it several fields away (or in your case, slip it in Mondale's briefcase and wish it happy travels to C*****l G*****s. Under no circumstances to what I did the first time I was uncertain there was a mouse in the trap. Never bring it to eye level and open the door- those little buggers can jump right at your face from a standing start even after quivering in a grey plastic box all night.

April 02, 2006 7:53 PM
Jim said...

I've heard that Stubby is also a big fan of extremely loud salsa music.

April 04, 2006 11:50 AM

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