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Monday, October 18, 2010

The better mousetrap

This is the better mousetrap if your objective is to bring 'em back alive.



We tried another product first, sold in pairs. It was also by Victor, which seems to have a stupendous share of the mouse and rat market. Our kitchen mouse–so far singular–figured them out about as fast as I did, and amused itself by eating the bait, then escaping before the little sucker shut. The one time the mouse got caught, Kitchen Mouse took advantage of my curious inspection to bolt down the range vent again.

That's when I went for heavier weaponry. These cost $4-$5 apiece, depending on where you get them. Setup is idiot-proof. You bait it, set it against the wall, then check it in a safe place.

The morning after I had set the thing up, I found it out of place–in fact, a couple of feet out in the kitchen floor. I figured this indicated a catch. Following the instructions, I took it to the back of the lot, near the large shed, and slid open the top. Yes, indeed: we had a mouse. I tipped the trap over and Kitchen Mouse bolted under the shed.

People who want live catch traps have an ongoing moral dilemma about what to do with their catch. The instructions suggest you can just throw the whole trap in the trash. Keep in mind the mouse can't get out. As soon as it finishes the bait, it dies a slow death from starvation or gets scrunched into mouseburger when the trash goes into the truck. Ah yes...very humane.

If one releases the creature, what next? Should you simply open the door and release next to the house, odds are the mouse will be back inside within 48 hours. In a rural place, it might be possible to walk into the woods to release the mouse. The further away from the house you are, the less likely it is to come back. However, you may also be providing a live meal to a local predator. I noticed fresh digging under the shed when I released the critter. The digging may be a woodchuck or a skunk: we have both in the neighbourhood. It could also be a fox: there is at least one here. One way or the other, there have been no repeat mice. Our solo entrepreneur is, we hope, finding greener pastures.

For the best option, consider turning to your neighbourhood enemies list. You do have one, of course: no neighbourhood is so good that you can do without such a list. The obvious solution is to discreetly release your captive mice near a hostile residence.

We now have two of these traps, which we'll move into other areas. Like Santa, I'm making my list and checking it twice.

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Monday, October 11, 2010

Peep show weekend, Day 3

This is my day to drop the storm windows..most of them, at least. It's an exercise I find more depressing with each new year. But hark! It's possible to have a worse Columbus Day.

One could, for instance, be on the road early in the morning of 10-11-10, having forgotten to stop drinking and go to bed on 10-10-10. One could then rear-end a car.

One could then discover that one has rear-ended the commanding officer of the Massachusetts State Police.

Oops.

According to local news, the alleged perp got to spend Columbus Day in the nearest State Police holding cell, presumably reflecting on her indiscretions.

I quite forgot to mention yesterday's domestic jollification. I arrived home to find my spouse in the kitchen in something of a state. A mouse had appeared. On the stovetop. When my spouse registered her objections, the mouse retreated to the oven vents and sat there sassing her. My idea of discouraging this sort of conduct was to turn on the oven. The absence of roast mouse smell suggested that the critter beat a retreat. Mr. Spike showed very brief interest in this incursion, and then went back to his nap.

But today, before the storm windows, my task was to get a mouse trap, since Mr. Spike was still channeling Garfield. I took the direct approach and got today's better mousetrap. The definition is that the best mousetrap kills the little creature swiftly and quietly, whereupon the designated household member takes the whole thing to the trash.

No, that wouldn't do. I had to return the mouseicidal traps and get merciful live traps. This was my cue to suggest that my spouse could then become the designated remover of the live traps, if successful.

Stay tuned: this may be interesting.

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