I was going to put this under cooking, but...
*anyway*
There's a mouse in our basement, at least occasionally as Bailey Doggy's ineffectual barking and chasing can attest to.
The little guy was, I thought, in mortal danger of the traps I had set out for him, baited lovingly with peanut butter.
It turns out he's mostly in danger of getting heart disease and high cholesterol from, well, all the peanut oils going to his ticker!
Dang beastie can clean 3 traps in a night without setting one off, much less getting his cute little head caught.
Most recently, the mouse has decided to add insult to injury!
Clearly throwing down the gauntlet, the mouse has challenged me to a duel to the death. Two days ago I added toothpicks into the holes in the trap bait area, hoping he'd trip them and WHAM!
No such luck. In fact, apparently the damn mouse has decided to use the toothpicks to clean his teeth with after picking the traps clean!
Cocky little bastard.
Well, the gloves are off, my furry little foe. The gloves are off. No more "Mr. Clean & Quick Death." It's going to go very harsh on this pesky little pest.
Mark my words. I will dance on the mouse's grave by December 24th. Maybe the 31st, but definitely no later than the first week of January.
By the way, Happy Winter Friggin' Solstice. It happened at 5:42am MST and our whole family was up to see it. Congratulations, Winter, you managed to annoy me from minute #1.