I never thought catching mice can be so downright hard! It could be better if they do not struggle so much. Their pain pains me, moreso because I look at them different now after watching Ratatouille.
I’ll share with you my mice killing experience through poetry: something I haven’t done in a long time. And by something, I meant both killing mice and attempting at poetry.
Though cute, I find them wretched
Chasing each other, jumping about
Their sight us house owners dreaded
A scheme to stop their frolic I must choose
Or by girly shrieks my groove I shall lose
In bold strides to our coffers I went
One foot on a chair, the other suspended mid-air
My resolve to put an end to those mice prancing
Got me by myself but aloud chanting:
“Hell, high water, guillotine, or hard harsh death
A poison or torture for you I must get”
Alas, sweet suitable contraption I have found:
Two paper pieces, by glue in the center bound
Tears from my eyes forth swelled
At last our misery too soon is quelled
In happy joy the mice trail I trace with sure, even pace
I cried, “Revenge. Vengeance. Deliverance by grace!”
The traps were set, lined with yummy bait:
A cheesecake slice poised center
On the sticky fly paper I believed with faith
Caught they will be: at least two little kids and their father
Without even the passing of an hour
Three mice my trap devoured
Triumph I expected I must feel
But dread and confusion sent my head to reel
Dispose of still-moving vermins pained my mind
Or help their cries will get from all mousekind
In a fit to escape the anguishing horror
I went out to blog instead, back to them I will be in an hour
Twitter Updates
28 January 2008 at 3:54 am
YOU
ARE
WEIRD!
But funny…
28 January 2008 at 9:53 am
Loser-weird, annoying-weird, or cute-weird? I know you’ll say cute-weird. Gut-feel, ya noes.
28 January 2008 at 10:24 am
Congratulations on finally catching the (literal) rat bastards. They kinda ruined a couple of my pancit cantons before, so if I may, I shall co-bask in your deliverance and delight.
28 January 2008 at 10:32 am
I set the trap again last night before I went to bed. Nothing. Boo! Cheers to their timely death!
28 January 2008 at 10:52 am
Awwww poor poor mice. :_(
[i'm trying to make you feel guilty fwitz]
28 January 2008 at 11:08 am
So they were in a trash bag outside the house last night, right? I was planning to throw them far away in the morning. At around midnight, I heard some movement outside the living room window. Behold! A cat! When I opened the door, ran she went with the chore I was to do in the morning. Bless that cat’s soul.
28 January 2008 at 11:17 am
I want pictures dammit!
28 January 2008 at 11:26 am
Kadiri kaya!
28 January 2008 at 12:07 pm
I agree with Pau. Pics or you didn’t just write that poem.
28 January 2008 at 12:21 pm
I’m generally curious as to what contraption you used to scoop them up and put them in the bag. And ditto on the pictures request. I feel like a Baghdadi boy wanting proof that Saddam really is dead. My two packs of pancit canton meant that much to me.
28 January 2008 at 12:49 pm
*sheepish* ask anne. She took the liberty to painstakingly take out the fly paper with the mice still moving on them while I stood in the corner facing the wall, shaking and praying for my dear life. There! XD
28 January 2008 at 12:53 pm
That contraption would be anne’s bare hands. I got home late on purpose. I was still praying that a miracle would happen and that the mice would not be there anymore when I get home. True enough, answered prayers! Wahooooooo!
28 January 2008 at 1:23 pm
nice limerick…burn the flypaper, the little mouse squeals will be delightful.
28 January 2008 at 1:31 pm
Cat took them away at midnight. I thought of having candle wax drip into their mouths Could not find any. Not for torture, mind you, but just to shut their cries up. Their voices are shrill enough to pierce through loud blaring music. Honest! I can still hear them now, like torture resonating in my head. Make it soooooop! Please! Sorry naaaaaa!
28 January 2008 at 1:37 pm
You big pansy! You ran away like a little girl!
While lifting the fly paper to put them in the garbage bag, I was actually saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” to the poor things. Heh.
28 January 2008 at 1:42 pm
No! More like a menstruating gazelle with hemorrhoids, if you ask me.
28 January 2008 at 11:23 pm
LOL @ me for not seeing that one coming. But once again, I tip my hat to you for a successful capture. *Tip.*
Now, about that photographic evidence. I feel like a Minnesotan highway patrolman who comes home to a wife that claims to have seen a yeti eating a sandwich in our backyard, sans any proof. And these metaphors will only get worse until you show us pictures of the little buckfutters in pain.
29 January 2008 at 12:51 am
Cute weird :) You’re my Man Blog crush ya know. :P
29 January 2008 at 9:26 am
Reeeeeeaaaalllllyyyyy? *blushes*
29 January 2008 at 9:35 am
Cocoman, we all know I can’t stand lame metaphorical public wanking so I got you evidence, bitch!
http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/6522/photo0087copysv3.jpg
I luckily got another one last night. Same method. This time, I watched it die slowly because I still don’t want to touch it as it squirms there in agony. If you look at the center of the fly paper closely (with fly drawings all over, lovin’ these Japanese made stuff), you will notice a yellowish smudge. That’s where the cheesecake slice used to be.
Now who’s yo’ daddy! Say my name! Say it! LULZ
29 January 2008 at 9:36 am
Read last comment for pic link.
29 January 2008 at 9:50 am
“Fritz! Friiiiiitz!”
That looks sweet. I wonder what’ll happen if you set it on fire. All you need is an empty half gallon can of Selecta and some lighter fluid.
29 January 2008 at 9:54 am
That fly paper looks familiar, huh? XD Coz it’s legit yo!
29 January 2008 at 8:27 pm
At least you offer them a poem in their death. Chris just shoots them :(
30 January 2008 at 9:34 am
In fairness to Chris, chopping their heads off with a knife (while still trapped) and firing out a gun (if only I had a gun) also crossed my mind. Cheers to domestic violence! Hmmm, that last statement didn’t sound appropriate.
22 February 2008 at 10:29 pm
try mo din bumili nung cage-traps na sumasara yung trap-door pag nagalaw yung bait. works great for bigger rats. tas lubog mo sa timba ng tubig habang pinapanood mo malunod yung daga. tas kunan mo ng video, tas post mo sa blog mo. para may konting macho content naman
3 July 2008 at 5:12 am
Oh you’re a wicked wicked man. You almost threw away those mice! Especially when they had a higher purpose. Putting that stupid cat in misery should have been the ultimate goal. Thanks for the idea. I’m off to get some flypaper.