Well, I had the first non-suicide casualty in the war on mice. Right before I went out to Dunkin Donuts today I glanced down at the snaptrap I'd gotten the other day. The mouse had eaten most of the peanut butter from it without setting it off. On one hand I was happy that it hadn't been killed, but on the other I was a bit frustrated. I had have a heart traps for months, and up until recently they'd never caught anything. So I finally decided to make the switch, and it wasn't working either.
I got home from Dunkin and was just about to whine to a friend of mine about how the mouse was winning the war when I glanced over towards the snap trap and it was upside down. I peeked more and saw the bottom half of the mouse sticking out from under it, feet up. Okay, I wasn't prepared for having to deal with this part. I'm not big on the whole killing thing. Oh well, hopefully this is the last one. Three mice, that's enough, right?
(Yes, I admit it, I'm a wimp.)
