I still haven't seen or heard him. Traps were empty again this morningIs the mouse still in the house?
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I still haven't seen or heard him. Traps were empty again this morningIs the mouse still in the house?
Et tu, Giant??....I remembered this one Sunny...and I just had to post it...
I still haven't seen or heard him. Traps were empty again this morning
None.How many pitchers of Margaritas were consumed before your first sighting of the mouse?
Sunny- be careful of the hoses on the dishwasher. Mice love to chew threw plastic/rubber hoses trying to get to water and then you have a massive leak. Been there, done that with water pipes in manufactured home. Not fun!
Uh-oh.......
I hope the mouse has a wet suit........
Hide your hacksaw...........
Are you sure your friend wasn't telling you about a boyfriend that she was trying to get rid of?I won't be using a live trap..... a friend of mine caught a rat in a live trap once. Took it about 20 miles into the country and turned it loose.
Dang thing came back and brought friends.
Are you sure your friend wasn't telling you about a boyfriend that she was trying to get rid of?
I tried the humane traps until the field mice got too bad
I found a dead drowned one in my water glass next to my bed!! If I were to drink it in the middle of the night.. Thats when I got the de-con.
I knew someone who put the plain ole mousetrap in a paper bag for easy disposal. It got the mouse- but he was not dead.. Oh no!
So she went out and started up her car and put the bag over the exhaust to try and gas him!
I forget if it worked or not.
Nah....the guys she dates aren't that smartAre you sure your friend wasn't telling you about a boyfriend that she was trying to get rid of?
When I was 16, Dad took me to the Met to see the Nutcracker for my birthday. Walked by a deli window closed for the night and saw a rat on the counter as big as a Pekinese. Never able to forget that 1st impression of the Big Apple.Wen my brother was a struggling artist and living in NYC, I went to visit him one weekend. He knew of an area where they had discarded stones from the early 1700’s that were once used to pave the streets of Manhattan. As a history buff I wanted to get some in order to build a small sitting area in my back yard. We made several trips along the river on mountain bikes equipped with saddles to cart the stones. The first trip was early in the morning and it was still dark. The rats were scurrying back and forth from the buildings to the river. Every so often you would feel and hear "bump – bump" under the wheels. You knew what it was... a sound and feeling you don’t soon forget.
If Sundrop continues to fail in her quest, she could always try a mountain bike.