that is sad, but did the parent get squashed anyway?
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The parents had met their fate which is why the baby came squeaking for them.
Truly adorable and heartbreaking. I couldn't just kill it or leave it to starve so I took it outside, put it under some plants and let nature take its course.
Left a crust on the bench last nite, this morn while having breakfast the fastest mouse in the world went from one side of house to other, split second, amazing, did not take too long before dammit, it did it again, incredible speed, yeah yeah i know, there be FN two now.
The fastest mouse in the world? You mean, the real-life Speedy Gonzalez? :D
Set death traps today, 5 mice so far.
Exploring the truth and nows for myself atm and expanding outside of myself as a natural course, is the feeling.
Okay, since I've caused this thread to take a mousey kind of a turn, here's Paul Harvey's "rest of the story": I hate the traditional traps. Every morning I both hoped we had one, but dreaded starting a day off seeing the carnage, and sometimes it didn't even kill them. The trap out in the well shed was the main culprit for some reason.
One mouse just had a rear leg crushed and trapped, all the poor little bugger could do was look at me when I walked in to check. "Damnit! I can't just leave you that way, shit I hate doing this! Just like when the dog maims a squirrel or chip monk, but doesn't kill it, gotta go get the trusty old cinder block and smush you flat with one fatal blow to finish the job. Here we go..."
Even got a baby bird who had just learned to fly in that one, it had flown in there for a look around because the door had been open, and saw a "free" dab of peanut butter sitting there waiting for him, only it wasn't his lucky day. I Walked in, and the trap wasn't even on the top shelf where it sets. "Where is it? Oh, there it is on the ground, and is that a bird in it?"
The mechanism had come down right smack dab over the middle of one of its scrawny little legs, and not only broken it in two, but had taken him for a tumble down to the ground in the process because the whole trap had fallen over the edge of the shelf in the ensuing melee. And it was still alive after all that. Time for the cinder block again, "this carnage has got to stop!"
So Mrs. Steeves of course felt terrible as well, went snooping around online, and found this.
They work great! What a great idea! Now there's no more dread what's to be found in the morning. If we have one, just take him for a little ride a mile or two down the road, let him go at the edge of a different patch of woods, and he has a new lease on life no harm no foul, you were just being a mouse. Sure it's breaking the family unit up lol, but it beats the alternative.
And now you know, the rest of the story.
I have used, and still have catch and release traps. I have had mixed results with them. One mouse managed to chew it's way out of a chew-proof trap. The mice seem to avoid them. I've put them in known traffic areas and gotten nothing.
So I use a mix. I have both catch and release and spring traps.
Three blind mice is the strangest thoughts shared way back in time, metaphoric ?.
BNP keep up keep up
3 mice n a clock ? mmm n a dock ?, will research.
Lol not the original i feel lol
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1U0sWcNNIQ
Nursery rymes were the old brainwashing ?, gosh the grimes is harsh harsher indeed , why ?, so so doomy.