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Nothing gives me the willies more than mouse infestations unless it’s fruit flies.

I lived in a country house where the mice were embedded in the crawlspace in the house. I would have used chemical disposition except for the fact that I had dogs at the time and didn’t want to accidentally dispose of one of my dogs. We also had an abundant hawk and owl population and I didn’t want to harm any of them, either.

There was nothing to do but seal up all the possible outside entry points and holes and then use various traps to catch the invaders. Minor irritant: dead, unrecovered mice stick for about three days.

Hmm. Three days. Which is better than Congress which can stink for years at a time.

I wonder how “stink” transmogrified into “stick.”

I had one crawl across the visor of my cap (pulled over my face as is my custom) one time when I was camping. I had used a couple armfuls of straw as a “mattress”. It was a cold night, with a light snow.
I caught the little bugger in a cup, took him outside, far away from the canvas tent and I went back inside.

He/she wasn’t alone in that straw.

And it couldn’t have been the one I left out in the cold because dammit a mouse just can’t move THAT fast while figuring out exactly where the tent was.

I moved outside a little later, the mice got to sleep in the tent.

Perchance do you use an iPhone to post, ExpressoBold?
That is the way of the cRapple!!!

Hooray! Dicks came in the mail today!
Cheers to Jeffrey Edward Epstein!
(What a nifty envelope—which I shall also frame 🙂 )

Suggestion to genetic engineers: Venus Fly Mouse Trap

@Mark Matis

No, I use a full-size tower but it seems all the blogs I post comments have this tricky transmogrification app installed.

I’m just waiting for a “government question” while at the DMV or some such place where they might ask “Do you believe that your typing is flawless or have you made mistakes which you blamed on innocent software?”

I mean, look at the results of The Plandemic. It could very easily happen.

@durnedyankee

So you couldn’t have just pitched the straw and been done with the rodents?

Seems way too generous to have given them your tent for the night.

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@ExpressoBold – doh! In all honesty it didn’t occur to me.
When I first captured the wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie I almost put him in the tent of “George” a fellow camper, but I was afraid he’d slaughter the little bugger.

You have me laughing now, your question/solution was the obvious answer. Just chalk it up to my being a dumbass!

@durnedyankee

It must have been very late with ethyl alcohol involved!

Fans of J. Heller’s Catch-22 might remember the Havermeyer Solution to his mouse problem. It worked well until it provoked Hungry Joe to try his own variation, the Hungry Joe Solution to his Havermeyer problem.

Here is the text of Chapter 3 Havermeyer if you’re not too squeamish. Search in page for banjo.

Huh.

.45 Cal used to dispatch mice.

That’s a bit of overkill.

@ExpressoBold

Given our usual camp, yes. Varying types and brands. Mixed POST consumption of course, all some form of whiskey, Scots, Irish or Bourbon. I can’t recall if we had solved the world’s problems by midnight that night.

Oddly enough I retain a certain nostalgia for that outing.