I hate meeces to peeces.
I had to call vermin guy twice this year and then landscum's minion supposedly plugged entry points. So I thought this was over.
Apparently it is not.
Sweetie is waging a relentless war on meeces at his place.
Here's his reply to my email:
I had put out mouse-traps earlier in the evening. One of them was just near my feet as I lounged, listening. It wouldn't be worth mentioning, natch, unless that was the trap that snapped - - which it did.
So I mention it.
But when I looked down, the trap was empty - no wee beastie.
Except . . .
. . . is that a stick?
Get glasses on . . . no, it's a tail. It was the tail of a merely stunned mouse. One way that I can imagine that a mouse could spring a trap without being 'held' by the trap is if they'd approached the bait from the wrong end; stepped over the 'snap-bar' to get to the bait. This would lead to catapult-mouse - - or mouse-catapult - - risky for mousey but loads of fun when it works. Imagine tumbling through the air with a mouthful of something irresistible - - cheap thrill.
I grabbed the tail and sent the mouse out of doors.
There was another snap somewhere but I seem to have hidden the trap - can't find the sprung one.
War is Hell.
This is for you, sweetie.