VixR
Veritas
We live in a woodsy area. Recently, by my calculations we’ve had 3 mice infest our house, right.
We all blame a certain someone in the house for notoriously leaving their food lying around and not cleaning up their messes, but that’s beside the point. I secretly and not-so-secretly hate the fucking slob.
So I thought I’d borrow our house cat from my folks right, but my mom hard noped on our indoor cat, Abdiqani, eating live mice and coming back “into her house”.
Fine.
“If not a natural approach, I’ll try for something humane”, I thought.
I copped a deal on Amazon prime on these awesome humane mouse traps where you can leave pieces of cheese and dust from your dryer (which they apparently like to collect for nesting materials ) to attract them, all without their getting hurt, or poisoned, or painfully caught up in it, bc it uses a lever/weight system where the detection of something inside the confines of the trap causes the entrance to close.
Anyway, I used it twice with great success.
I would call a service to come deep clean the house, which I made my roommates split on, every time the trap worked.
So this morning, it caught another one of those fuckers, which I hope and think is the last of them. As usual, it was bursting with energy and clawing like mad to try and get out, but except for emotional distress, it was fine and fat from the slob’s stash of junk, I assume.
I put my gloves on, put it in a bag, and made my usual trip 10 miles out by car, far tf away from the house, near a stretch of land on a highway where Ali 3.0 could have a reunion with its cousins.
But this time the trap door wouldn’t open.
I tried to open the thing for 10 straight. Beyond that, I was going to be late for a test this morning, so I left it in the contraption on the field and went to class.
I went back after class, but couldn’t find the spot. It all looked the same, and it was dark before.
I kept thinking of how that thing will slowly starve to death in a plastic grave.
Then I thought what if they find each other again, only their bro is trapped and dying.
Then I thought how I contributed to environmental, plastic waste.
We all blame a certain someone in the house for notoriously leaving their food lying around and not cleaning up their messes, but that’s beside the point. I secretly and not-so-secretly hate the fucking slob.
So I thought I’d borrow our house cat from my folks right, but my mom hard noped on our indoor cat, Abdiqani, eating live mice and coming back “into her house”.
Fine.
“If not a natural approach, I’ll try for something humane”, I thought.
I copped a deal on Amazon prime on these awesome humane mouse traps where you can leave pieces of cheese and dust from your dryer (which they apparently like to collect for nesting materials ) to attract them, all without their getting hurt, or poisoned, or painfully caught up in it, bc it uses a lever/weight system where the detection of something inside the confines of the trap causes the entrance to close.
Anyway, I used it twice with great success.
I would call a service to come deep clean the house, which I made my roommates split on, every time the trap worked.
So this morning, it caught another one of those fuckers, which I hope and think is the last of them. As usual, it was bursting with energy and clawing like mad to try and get out, but except for emotional distress, it was fine and fat from the slob’s stash of junk, I assume.
I put my gloves on, put it in a bag, and made my usual trip 10 miles out by car, far tf away from the house, near a stretch of land on a highway where Ali 3.0 could have a reunion with its cousins.
But this time the trap door wouldn’t open.
I tried to open the thing for 10 straight. Beyond that, I was going to be late for a test this morning, so I left it in the contraption on the field and went to class.
I went back after class, but couldn’t find the spot. It all looked the same, and it was dark before.
I kept thinking of how that thing will slowly starve to death in a plastic grave.
Then I thought what if they find each other again, only their bro is trapped and dying.
Then I thought how I contributed to environmental, plastic waste.