The weather's turned cold, and we've had at least one regular mouse visitor to our kitchen since. My roomies laid some glue traps last week. Glue traps are essentially cardboard tubes coated inside with glue, which simply fixes mice in place until they die of dehydration or trauma.
One of the traps caught a mouse last night. I found the laden trap today. Placed it in the sink and cut it open with scissors. Blood, fur, partially severed tail. Mouse not two inches long, tail excluded. Still twitching.
I swabbed the little rodent with cooking oil. It was well alive and struggled part by part as I swabbed each free. Before it leaped from the sink, I caught it in a clear, plastic, storage container. Slipped in some water, peanut butter, cheesy crackers, and toilet paper.
Within a few quiet minutes, the mouse was drinking and cleaning itself. I covered the container with a dish towel, and left it alone. Within an hour, it had been eating. Took it down the street to open space and freed it.
I had bought a humane trap only yesterday, but hadn't set it yet.
This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.
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