Tuesday, December 15, 2009

A poem by yours truly...

Hickory Dickory SNAP!
3 mice now caught in our trap
How many will be
Joining those 3?
Hickory Dickory SNAP!


Hickory Dickory one
Your dying was surely not fun
Still alive while smushed
Though your guts did not gush
Hickory Dickory one.


Hickory Dickory two
So sad you didn't get through
Your lungs must have failed
Under the fridge and lost your tail
Hickory Dickory two.


Hickory Dickory three
Your death was the most easy
You got caught by your head
and were hopefully soon dead
Hickory Dickory three.

Okay, kind of gross and we actually feel bad when we see these little mice, but how do you get rid of them  without killing them? We have a live trap out, but they aren't taking the bait (hahaha). Last night Brian and I were playing games and at the designated time (9:42-9:48) we actually HEARD the mice squeaking. The other two nights I heard them eating. Last night I think they were conversing  wondering where their peanut butter was that we've been so kind to put out for them to eat the last few nights. We've tried 3 traps. One (the clamp) they just eat the peanut butter and get away (well, except for number one). The other one is the live trap and after one night,  no success there. The best.... the old school wooden slats! FYI.

3 comments:

Lisa said...

Clever! Where's the pic? Not of dead mice, of course! But maybe a cute one from flikr..ha!

Alicia H said...

Yep! A bit gross...but YEAH for you! They should have read the sign that "no mice beyond this point" at the front door. It's just there own fault. Sucks to be them! :)

Carleton & Robyn said...

So fun to catch up on your blog today. The goose egg was too funny. I loved your prayer pics too. Looking at your Christmas photos gets me excited to be with my family next week.