A Tale of a Tail...and the little guy attached.

When I first met Trent I was a softy!

A bug flew in the house, a spider crawled in... and I was all for trapping it and putting it back outside where it "belonged". Now that I have kids... not a chance! All vermin die!

Recently we had an unexpected visitor to our basement, and my desire to maintain my "death to vermin" rule was tested. Mr. Mouse had found a way in, and was living in our workshop. Trent, during a midnight bout of stomach sickness was playing X-box and Mr Mouse decide to go for a stroll out to the laundry room. Failed attempts at catching it by box throwing - not really a very effective way to catch something fast and about 3 inches across - resulted in borrowing a mouse trap from Jerrilyn the next day.

After the dog licked off the peanut butter - narrowly missing getting his tongue trapped - the trap was set in Mr. Mouse's home: the workshop. That night we watched a movie after the kids were asleep. Mr. Mouse decided to pay us a visit - probably smelled the popcorn - and ran out of said workshop. We tried to corner it with no success. Too bad for Mr. Mouse.

If we had cornered it: He would be alive today, outside in the snow, and able to raise a little mousey family. But due to his misunderstanding of our intentions he was not captured alive, and passed during the night as he had less success than our dog in getting the peanut butter off the trap without springing it.

Good bye Mr. Mouse. May you rest in peace.