Morning Meanderings: To Catch (and ummm… release) A Mouse
Good morning! How ya all doing?
I had every intention of popping in with a meandering yesterday morning but circumstances did not allow such luxuries….
Let me explain.
Yesterday morning I got up and went downstairs to the laundry room to check the clothes I was drying the night before. I noticed the mouse trap that I keep set in this room had been snapped and ugh…. I had a mouse. (Our laundry room is the only part of our home that is old school basement). I went to the dryer but then caught movement out of the corner of my eye…
“Fresh kill! Fresh kill!” And I run back upstairs…. whenever I see a mouse caught I have to wait to take out the trap (it is one of those snap open and reuse types) because I have to be certain the mouse is completely past tense. I don’t like killing… but it is a necessary evil this time of year when the weather starts to turn cold.
So…. I wait it out. I make coffee. I shower. I prepare for work… and then I head back down. Good the movement appears to have stopped…. I could not stand it if it was suffering.
Oh, but wait.
SO…. back upstairs I go and I grab an old towel and a spatula. Not exactly sure why but these were my tools of choice. I go downstairs and scoop up the trap with the spatula and put the towel over the top. I feel the movement…… eeeeep. :shock: I go upstairs and out the deck door where I hang the trap over the edge of the deck and hope hope hope when I hit the release button the mouse does not stick. Ugh.
Please don’t stick….
I release and the mouse drops to the leafy ground. I can see its hind end it squished, but not hind legs and apparently no vital organs. He looks up at me and runs.
Of course, I have named him “Squish Butt”
Of course, I am hoping he does not get back in the house and fall for the trap that I have now re-set. If he does, I think I will recognize him.
Sometimes… being an animal lover (yes, all animals) sucks. I can not do the things that other people can do…. like kill a mouse without feeling bad for him/her. Like drowning a daddy-long-legs when he is in the shower. (I actually carry spiders outside….)
Is anyone else like that?
In bookish news I should be finishing up Rick Springfield’s memoir soon here and thank goodness… while fairly interesting, a bit crude… it is definitely TMI and too long to my liking. I should also (hopefully) finish Charlotte street tonight.