In much wonder, I dropped all my stuff off and headed to see what might cause such a yell.
Come to find out, Mom had seen a mouse run under the cabinets.
So being the wonderful daughter that I am, I laughed, and then asked if she wanted me to set some traps. So just before heading off to Church I did.
After a very full day, when I got home Dad told me he had put some peanut butter on the traps seeing as we didn't have a mouse yet. (The pack said you didn't need anything on them, but Dad knows what the mice like. :)
So after a full day of being set, and not getting the mouse.
Maybe 20 minutes after Mom and Dad left, Snap!
I went out a bit later, and there he was.
Isn't it cute!? =]
Poor little thing got it's arm... ok, so it got it's neck in there too. :)
I would have said a prayer over the trash can, but it stunk too bad.
But at least the little thing had a fast death and didn't know much pain.
We may get another one, this one seemed small to me, and Mom saith the one she saw looked a little fat. So we shall see.
3 comments:
That mouse looks----like it's looking at me. Yuck.
Too funny, my dad did that once and the mouse did not die so he stuck a nail in it. I cried, I was very young and stupid.
Love, Kathy
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