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Ethereal Experience
So I was sitting there watching The Simpsons and writing a music review on the couch in the living room. I had just eaten some Welchers gummies I got at the dollar store and the package was sitting on the cushion next to me. As I watched the familiar episode without a word, I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. It was a mouse, of which we've been infested with lately but hadn't caught one in some time. It skittered back at the movement of my head, but I kept very still and it regained its courage. It slowly crept out and slid down the divide in the back rest to the gap between the seat and the cushion, when I stood up and pulled the cushion out. It ran back and forth a couple times, then went back over the top. I didn't want to touch it. I'd never been so close to one that wasn't somebody's pet. I gathered my tossed notepads and got a pot and an oversized lid from the kitchen. I couldn't bear just grabbing one and squishing it or throwing it really hard and I'm too afraid it'll bite me if I try to snag its tail. I sat back on the couch in silence after the DVD crapped out (fucking downloads), contemplating just how I was going to scoop it up with the pot if I saw it again. I really didn't want to hurt it -I had looked it squarely in the eye- so I decided I wouldn't slam the lid down if it wasn't stunned, trying to scramble out. What if I caught a leg? It'd be crippled. :266: I sat for what felt like ten minutes -but I'm sure was much less- till I heard a snap from the freshly placed trap behind the speaker. I flinched. Shoulda tried the couch again. The crows out back have another one to eat tomorrow.
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Get a 5 gallon bucket with a lid, take an exacto and slice a star shaped hole of slits in the top, not an ctual hole just slits, put cheese or peanut butter in the bucket, that bucket will be full when ya wake up.
I used to live in a mad shack grow house and we used to trap rats like this. One time we dumped every kind of chemical household cleaner we could find in the bucket and this fuckin' rat just kept doin laps in the shit like it was club med. |
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....its kinda like ravers though.... household cleaners=E/meth doing laps= dancing/flailing |
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I usually use my kevlar gloves I have from when I was working in a chemical warehouse. Grab em and carry em outside. I hate killing animals you can't eat.
Just invest in some heavy duty work gloves. You don't need $120 heat/flame retardant kevlar. . just $20 work gloves will do. If you grab them by the tail they just flail around and can't do anything. Sometimes the tail comes off though, so don't yank too hard. |
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btw.. I just read Napalm and Silly Putty again on the busride home. That quote in your signature was part of one of the best bits in the book. Last edited by tiedye; Mar 25, 06 at 07:08 PM. |
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