Gross Post

I'm not kidding. If you don't like to see dead animals or the circle of life, please leave now. There's nothing bloody or gory, but still, if you're a bleeding heart like I am, this will not please you.

Warning over.

The below three pics are the reason why I had to resort to using the deathly hallows traps on the mice in my house.

I can not have this happening. I've had to throw away so much food because of these fuckers. I'm so over feeling sorry for the mice.

I'm done.



Yeah, that's an apple. That had to be thrown away. And no, they're not nibbling and spitting. They're eating it.

This was a brand new bag of trail mix. They chewed through the plastic and got to the good stuff. This is a $4 bag of trail mix that I had to toss. I could barely afford it the first time.

This is big ass container of nuts. My mom likes these. I don't. So, no loss for me, but still. They ate through the plastic lid. You can see how full the can is. Practically to the top.

Here's where it gets a little macabre.

Because Max is still a puppy (and really, what dog doesn't), I have to find a place to place the carcasses where he won't go and get them and bring them back to me a few days later. All nasty smelling and dripping post mortem ooze.

So, I put 'em up in a tree.

Yep. A tree.

Guess how many I caught in all?

Just guess.

7.

SEVEN fucking mice. Two of them I let go. Y'all read about that.

The other 5? Yeah, deader than doornails.

Count the tails.

Here's the front of them in their tree. Good riddance pestilence.

Speaking of Max and rodents, Sunday night, he caught a mole. He actually dug it up out of the ground and caught it.

He then played with it. All night. Then he hid it where I can't find it. I'm sure I'll smell it soon.

Now, I actually had the opportunity to "save" this mole from Max but chose not to.

Why not you ask?

Cause they dig these tunnels in all over the yard. And when it rains, it softens the dirt to the point that if you're walking in the yard, you start to sink into the ground. I've sprained my ankle a couple of times and nearly fell flat on my ass another.

They're horrible.

You can see the dirt on his nose where he was digging.

Yeah, I declined all doggie kisses Sunday night.

Sorry if you're offended, but I just can't live with these critters any more. I've had to throw away about a dozen shirts and sweaters where they've eaten holes in them or pooped and peed so much, the stains won't come out.

They're a menace.

Later,

Mama Mouse Dawg

Mama Dawg vs. Mighty Mouse Part 2

Well, if you've been a regular reader of mine for a while now, you'll know that round 1 happened quite a while ago. Since that time, we've had several more mice that I've caught in the mean traps (the ones that snap their tiny necks).

People, I just can't care any more about a mouse's life. Yes, they're cute. Yes, they're a distant relative of my favorite mouse in the whole world (Mickey)....but, they're nasty. And they ate an ENTIRE box of whole wheat pasta plus a small bag of sunflower seeds as well some cat food.

Last night, when I got home from work, LOML was so excited because she caught a mouse. She said she was in the kitchen and heard a rustling noise in the dog food bag. When she opened it up, she saw a mouse. She quickly closed the bag so he wouldn't escape and my mom put a clip on the top to keep it sealed.

I went in the kitchen and took a look inside the bag. It was a mouse all right. A baby one at that. Not a newborn, but one that was about 1 1/2 inches long. He was so CUTE!

But, I had to harden my heart.

While I was standing there in the kitchen, I heard the sound of little feet running in the shelves and I knew that there was another mouse somewhere in there.

Even though I knew it was foolish, I started pulling boxes off the shelf and lo and behold! Another baby mouse! Except this one was trapped. And was just young enough to not know to try to escape no matter how desperate the situation was. And because he didn't move, I was able to get the humane trap right in front of him and herded him into the trap! I then added his brother to the mix. I dropped a cube of cheese inside. Since I didn't want them coming back, my MO is to drive farther out to the country than I already am and let them go. Then they can become someone else's problem!

Anyway, here's some pics of the prisoners mice.

Aren't they adorable?

Here's a video of Max and his reaction to these teeny tiny harmless mice.

How's your Thursday so far?

Later,

Mama Dawg

Mama Dawg vs. Mighty Mouse

It's on...like Donkey Kong. You're going DOWN, Mighty Mouse.

Naw, seriously, you know how I wrote about a mouse and I having a stare down? And that I won because he (or she)* "blinked" first? But how he (or she) really won because he (or she) got away and I didn't catch him(or her)?

Yeah, well...

...caught him (or her)!

I knew for a while that we had a mouse. Mostly because I saw him (or her) running around in the living room. That's usually a pretty good sign that you have a mouse.

That and the mouse droppings all over the place.

Anyway, I bought this humane mouse trap because I couldn't bear to use one of those god-awful contraptions that broke their tiny little neck or back. God help me if I killed this guy's cousin. I'd go to hell for sure.

So, I've had this humane trap in my pots and pans cabinet for over 3 weeks now with no luck. Due to this, I finally broke down and brought out the god-awful neck/back breaking contraption and got all 4 of them set up with cheese and everything...not to stereotype mice or anything.

I went to open up the cabinet to take out the humane trap to clean it out and put it away when I noticed...I CAUGHT HIM (or her)!!!!

Yay! I found a way to catch the rodent without killing it (got tired of writing him or her).

However, since it appeared that the mouse had been in there for a few days (due to all the mouse droppings), it seems that this mouse has a cohort.

Which means that I still need to set out traps.

So, I went ahead and set out the god-awful neck/back breaking contraptions.

I checked all the traps this morning and 2 out of the 4 had the cheese stolen clear out of them.

It appears that I have a mighty opponent.

Reminder to self...look up how to catch a mouse on the Incredibly Clever Internets (hear that Internets, I'm butt kissing, better pony up the good deets).

Oh, and if you're wondering what happened to that cute clever little mouse I caught?

Well, in order to keep it from coming back in the house, it went on a ride with me in my car. About half way to work, I pulled over and let it out in a field.

Where it promptly ran out in the road and got run over.**

I kid, I kid. He ran off towards the woods. I swear I heard a high pitched voice yelling "Free at last, I thank God almighty I'm free at last".

Later,

Mama Dawg

*I have to politically correct or else the Non-Partisan Mouse Advocacy Group (NPMAG) will be on my ass.

**That would have made for a better story, but I fear the Internets would find out the real story and call me out on it and I can't have that. The least I can do is offer the Internets the truth and nothing but the whole truth.