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A Different Tack
- by Beanz
After Tamsin had dragged herself out from the cupboard under the stairs, huffing, "I'm *&^ing sick of this. Either catch it and eat it or DON'T CATCH IT but don't *&^%ing play with it", she decided to take a different tack. Perhaps Carlsberg needs to be asked nicely. She hadn't thought of that.
There was much searching of paper and a thick felt tip pen. Blue tack was vital for the plan (other sticky putties are available).
And here I am trying to examine the finished result. There will be no more mice in this house.
After Tamsin had dragged herself out from the cupboard under the stairs, huffing, "I'm *&^ing sick of this. Either catch it and eat it or DON'T CATCH IT but don't *&^%ing play with it", she decided to take a different tack. Perhaps Carlsberg needs to be asked nicely. She hadn't thought of that.
There was much searching of paper and a thick felt tip pen. Blue tack was vital for the plan (other sticky putties are available).
And here I am trying to examine the finished result. There will be no more mice in this house.
Labels: beanz, carlsberg, mouse
Tuesday, 17 July 2007
Mousy Conclusion
The best case scenario happened.
The mouse is liberated.
It ate all the peanut butter first and had to be shaken out of the trap. Seems it didn't want to leave.
The mouse is liberated.
It ate all the peanut butter first and had to be shaken out of the trap. Seems it didn't want to leave.
Mousy Un-Fun
By Tamsin
I am a bit tired this morning. The cat started jumping around the house at about 3.30am. I thought nothing of it.
5:03am I thought I felt Carlsberg's tail brush against my face. When I reached up to feel, there was no body, no legs and no head. In fact, there was no Carlsberg at all. There was also a noise of something small running over my pillow and past my ear. It sounded like a jumpjet.
5:24am The trap is set and full of peanut butter. I can only assume the mouse is camped out under my immovable wardrobe. Best case scenario: the mouse saunters into the trap and I release it. Worst case scenario: The mouse spends several nights dancing on my bed, gets trapped under my covers, chews through my electrics, then, weak with hunger and thirst, it retires under my wardrobe where it carks it and the smell permeates the whole house for weeks. I have a nervous breakdown.
I am a bit tired this morning. The cat started jumping around the house at about 3.30am. I thought nothing of it.
5:03am I thought I felt Carlsberg's tail brush against my face. When I reached up to feel, there was no body, no legs and no head. In fact, there was no Carlsberg at all. There was also a noise of something small running over my pillow and past my ear. It sounded like a jumpjet.
5:24am The trap is set and full of peanut butter. I can only assume the mouse is camped out under my immovable wardrobe. Best case scenario: the mouse saunters into the trap and I release it. Worst case scenario: The mouse spends several nights dancing on my bed, gets trapped under my covers, chews through my electrics, then, weak with hunger and thirst, it retires under my wardrobe where it carks it and the smell permeates the whole house for weeks. I have a nervous breakdown.
Mousy Fun
By Carlsberg
Last night, I brought Tamsin home a lovely present. My intention was to bring it home, play with it a while to let everyone join in the fun, then make my kill and eat it. The present was a delicious field mouse.
Tamsin tried to sleep through phases one and two of the plan. I pounced up on the window ledge and over the bed. Then my plan went horribly wrong.
My mouse was a fighter. It got away. I waited for a while, but I had built up quite an appetite. I got bored waiting for my mouse and went and had some crunchy fish and rice instead. There was still no sign of my mouse, so I went out to play in the fields again.
Anyway it's the thought that counts. I am sure Tamsin will be pleased, even if she didn't get to see me eat the prize.
Last night, I brought Tamsin home a lovely present. My intention was to bring it home, play with it a while to let everyone join in the fun, then make my kill and eat it. The present was a delicious field mouse.
Tamsin tried to sleep through phases one and two of the plan. I pounced up on the window ledge and over the bed. Then my plan went horribly wrong.
My mouse was a fighter. It got away. I waited for a while, but I had built up quite an appetite. I got bored waiting for my mouse and went and had some crunchy fish and rice instead. There was still no sign of my mouse, so I went out to play in the fields again.
Anyway it's the thought that counts. I am sure Tamsin will be pleased, even if she didn't get to see me eat the prize.
