I’ve been after this guy for weeks. And look at him now.
Asleep.
Taunting me in plain sight.
Oh, mouse, you’re playin’ with death.
UPDATE:
For all my death-wielding words, I am a softie at heart. With minor injuries, the fuzz ball was caught and released. No doubt, the local hawk will be eating well this afternoon.
I doubt, seriously, Daniel that you have been after HIM all these weeks. It’s been him and his six brothers and sisters/children/wives….
You never have just one mouse.
Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that for the past 8 minutes. We’re overrun.
A little secret from my college days. When facing a mouse infestation, the best move is to go one building over and hide open jars of peanut butter throughout it. The mice will relocate away from you, and quickly become someone else’s problem!
Oh, Matt. That’s genius.
Of course the poor thing was asleep–he was lying under Gadamer’s Truth and Method
Last I checked, mice find a wirkungsgeschichtliches Bewußtsein almost irresistible. But if that doesn’t work, you can always try the Horizon Fusion smoothie.
Actually, they usually run right back inside. In our house, if the cats don’t get them first, I have to put him in a container and drive far away before I let him go. This satisfies my wife who doesn’t want him to come back and the child who wants to know that I “found him a good home”.
I’ve heard mint keeps mice at bay, but whether or not that’s true, I couldn’ say!