Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Pestilence, war, death...

The mouse pictured earlier died after drop-off in the park. It was left outside overnight and when I dropped it off, it was alive but lethargic. When I returned with another one, it was in the same place, apparently frozen to death. Since then, overnight prisoners stay in the basement (away from the dogs).

I don't want to kill the mice. I've remarked time and again that I think they're very cute. I'd like to think this is some kind of humanitarian quality, but the truth is that I just don't want to look at dead mice.

We poisoned some that we'd seen outside this summer, and what I didn't like about it was finding (and disposing of) dead mice on the lawn.

We got old fashioned killing traps, and I didn't hesitate to put them were I thought they'd be effective. What I didn't like about them was—again—getting the corpses out of them to reuse them.

Anyway, I'm glad that with the live traps, and the trip to the park, the last I see of the mice is them scampering off into the bushes.
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