I always rallied for Pixie and Dixie. Those two cute cartoon characters with the sweet little voices. I always thought that Jinxy got his come uppance and that was that. Lately my mind has taken a cold turn. Now, I'm thinking Pixie and Dixie were huge dogs in mice clothing. Poor Jinxy.
The first month back in our flood damaged neighborhood my Sea-husband Skully trapped and killed near 30 varmints. Through the night we would hear "pop" and know we had another one. That would be the traps "popping."
I have severe adversions to small, hairy, destructive and pooping animals running over my possessions. Everytime I find droppings, I have to clean with antibacterial solutions, spray with antibacterial solutions and then shower with antibacterial soaps.
I am not insensitive to the small animal's plights, they were misplaced too. Misplaced, right in my face. Did I say I am not insensitive to their plight? Well, until the first one ran across my bedroom floor. Now it is different. "D-CON take them away."
Other than blowing up our rental or going clock tower sniper onto Pixie and Dixie, what's left? Neither solution would make our landlord happy.
Now, the furballs are even mocking me. I found mouse droppings and D-con in my favorite red leather purse. "BAS*ARDS!" (In my best New York City accent.)
Well, I am thankful to have walls even if they move inside from mice. On a good note, neighbors are slowly replacing insulation and putting walls back up, heating their homes to dry them out and leaving crumbs from quick lunches, so we are sharing mice again. Now I can stop catching mice, sneaking them over to other homes and leaving them on front porches.
You know I would never really never do that. Me touch a mouse??? I don't think so friend.
If this sounds like it isn't over, it isn't.
Goodnight
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I decided to switch to poison 'cause I got tired of gettin' up every time a trap snapped.
You see, the Missus can't stand meece corpses hangin' around 'till Skully wakes up.
And sometimes they ain't exactly dead yet.
But rest assured, you lilly livered landlubbers...Skully is uh...what's that word? Oh yeah, humane. I kill 'em fast n' painless like.
The Missus is a bit happier, and when the Missus is happier everyone is happier.
Which means that Skully can work on slackin'. Heh!
Who are you?
LOL!
Ooooh! Little Meeses, with such bad headaches!
Some of their larger cousins go nightly into my greenhouse to methodically sup on carrots -- very thorough, they are, as well! Needless to say, I have invited them to the Last Supper, just like you guys!
I just hope the PETA-peeps don't read this blog! They'll send Cindy Sheehan over to confront Skully, and that'll raise a stink!
Hello Walt,
Ah, larger cousins...how large? Are we talking rats here? (body shiver)I just read in our local paper the city folk are getting displaced rats.
How does one know if in fact a mouse or rat is displaced? Don't they reside any dang place they want?
Peta, schmeta, let them trade housing and see how affecionate they are up close to our bane.
Cindy Sheehan is no match for Skully on any level. And, maybe she'll come on any Friday. The day before Skully's weekday bath. (argh) Rather he needs it or not. Takling about raising a bib stink!
Skully, skully, he's my man. If he can't do it, no one can.
Decipher: Takling about raising a bib stink!
I mean't: TALKING about raising a BIG stink!
You tell Skully: "Cleanliness is next to Godliness!"
Don't rats hafta be placed before they're displaced?
What's up with that?
Just tryin' to be humble, Sir Walt!
Ah! Now we have The Rest of the Story on Skully! Cool!
If a rat is carrying food stamps or a WIP card, it's probably homeless. Maybe you could take it to a shelter. If it isn't, then whap! Illegal alien!
Welcome to the funhouse, LLG!
Thank you Robin for the welcome.
I saw on the news that Gov. Gregorie (D) said we were all doing well in the flood zone. (We little people.)Perhaps we should all (as a community project)box up these small hairy carcases and send them to her office. then she will know that we are still having problems down here. Hm?
Oy, I remember living with mice. You have my deepest and most heartfelt sympathies; I hope that the little bastards get so scared of your place they whisper about the horror of it as a means to frighten the babies.
Droppings *and* d-con inside your favorite red leather purse! Yikes, as Prez said last night "That's unacceptable". What you need is a Surge. Yes, send Skully out right now to purchase the new and improved d-CON® No View, No Touch™. It's a unique, award-winning mouse trap. It delivers on a "no see, no touch" promise with effective and efficient killing performance. Death to the invaders of favorite purses!
Thanks MizzE for the scoop on the new traps. And, thanks for understanding about a woman's red-leather-purse.
Cozy little den you've got here LLG.
By the way, there is a great little blue box called the Rat Zapper which I have found extremely effective weapon in the rat wars. You put a bit of food in a trail to this oblong blue box - dry cat food does the trick - and, here's the hard part - you do not turn it on for three nights. Rats are smart and it seems there is a king rat who sends his minions out for food. When they come back sated king rat goes for it on that fateful forth night where all you have to do is turn on the switch.. The others are easy after that.No blood, no gore. Google them - I think the company is in Ventura Ca.
Oh, well done, LLG!
I have no idea how to pronounce your name, so I'll certainly start ascribing all sorts of words for the LLG acronym.
Welcome to the insanity that is the blogosphere, dear!
Joan, my aka is pronounced "La Loo Garoo." French for "The Werewolf."
:o)
Gecko, isn't King Rat a movie?
I had no idea that there was a rat boss.
I have read that D-Con will be taken back to the nest and kill others, babies perhaps?
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