Timothy Birdnow

The fall is falling like an avalanche on the country, and you know what that means! All the delightful fall leaves will drop. We'll have apples and cider and hearty foods.

And my good friends the mice will return. In fact they already have!

I caught six mice in glue traps yesterday, all in the kitchen. My mouse whacker was busy swinging as I dispatched the little love children into the Great Beyond!

And the house is beginning to smell like a pet shop as they march through the place like Sherman through Georgia.

I can't really find any entry points. I don't know how those little monsters are getting in. I did find a hole in the ground (two actually) where I have been developing a sinkhole around a downspout. I had filled the sinkhole last year, but it's returned and I found two very definite holes. Are the mice burrowing in and coming through a gap in the limestone blocks of the basement walls? I have a bunch of junk piled up there, and the thought of dragging it all out simply exhausts me.

So I took a 40 pound bag of dirt left over from last year and filled the holes in.

But I suspect they have another entry point. Maybe on the roof? I have a two story house, but I don't think that would stop them.

Anyway one of the little buggers got caught on the trap and he SHRIEKED, I mean loud. I thought it was some large animal outside. Never heard such a loud sound from so small a creature. I dispatched him as quickly and painlessly as possible.

I do feel sorry for the mice. I use the glue traps almost exclusively because they get the bait off the snap traps way too often. I use the glue traps and poison, which they gobble at incredible rates (not sure it works.) But it's sad to see them trapped and know their terror as this great monster approaches (me). But I didn't invite them here, and they not only invades, true illegal aliens, but they also tear stuff up, poop everywhere, shed all over, stink the place up, and eat my food. And they don't even offer to leave a tip at the end of their dining experience. Not so much as a thank you note!

So I continue to kill them, as many as I can. I hope and pray there isn't some sort of karmic repercussions. If the Hindus are right I'll probably be reborn as a mouse and forced to run and hide from a giant monster too. And probably will meet my end stuck to a big piece of glue paper.

I looked it up; there is a patron saint in Catholicism for getting rid of mice. St. Gertrude. I'll let everyone know if she is on the job and delivers me from this terrible plague.

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