Dead Mice are Good Mice

Good Morning Mr. Mouse

Walking into my kitchen the other morning, I realized I had an overnight visitor, a mouse in the house.

Now I was not alarmed, and unlike Prince of Petworth, didn’t go out and get a cat, I did what any red-blooded American man did. I ignored it.

But when the clock-stopping hottie came in, I had another “Honey do..” on my list: “Honey, do kill them!” And so to Home Depot I went to buy my way to mouse-free living.

I bought every single mouse and rat killing weapon they sold. Traps classic and new, bait, poison, sticky pads, you name it, and deployed my mouse-killing arsenal throughout the house. Then I waited.

I waited for a snap or a squeal or some sign of death…

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Dead mouse is good mouse

The very next morning, I found not one, but two dead mice. And you know what killed them?

Not all the fancy poisons or baits, but a Victor Quick Set mouse trap.

So there’s a lesson for you here. When you wanna do it right, when you really believe a good mouse is a dead mouse, don’t mess around.

Get a trap, bait it with peanut butter, and wait for that “snap!”

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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