Its Hard to Say Goodbye...

i don't really know anything about caring for mice. i was thinking about keeping Jax for one more day. i decided to let his last 24 hours with me be more enjoyable by cleaning the trash can that has been his home. The trash can was disgusting...between the rotting cheese, molding peanut butter, gross ashes from the hookah, and Jax's nasty poo...it created a intoxicating smell indescribable.

Decided to transport Jax to a small cardboard box while i cleaned the trash. i even put a glove on to pick him up, but he didn't want to be picked up. Kept jumping around the trash can and when i finally grabbed him, he bit me...one my middle finger and it bled. Maybe its way of showing affection by transmitting all kinds of diseases through my blood stream...or he just doesn't like me i'll never know. But if i die in the next 24 hours then we'll have a pretty good idea of the cause.

After that fun incident i ran to the bathroom, washed my hands and poured hydrogen peroxide all over my finger. That's it, he had his chance...i'm getting rid of him today.

I drove him to a park near by and let him go. I thought he would run away as fast as he could but he just kind of sniffed around. Like he was a dog and we were just out for a walk. He even hoped towards me a couple times, though i didn't want to get bitten again so i made sure we had a couple feet between us. Well i hope you make it out here Jax, maybe find another house to cause a ruckus in.

Oh Dear....

After waking up this morning there might be a chance that the mouse i caught isn't Jax...but its a nice thought. Two more mice were caught this morning. There is like a colony of them up there or something...and they come down at night and throw themselves a little party.

i was a mouse once.

You're Lucky, I'll Give You That

Sitting at my desk browsing the world wide web, suddenly i heard a bunch of racket in the ceiling. Couldn't have been someone upstairs, its a quarter after midnight everyone is in bed. Not really sure what it was, and i heard something scratching at the drop ceiling and dragging something...oh dear, i don't see the mouse traps on the desk. My dad must have set them up there.

i was sure i was hearing the last movements of Jax...i popped up one of the panels, and there's Jax...took me awhile to get him he was in the center of the next panel over. A closer look and he was still alive, the trap didn't snap his neck. The trap caught his side, got some of his leg too but when i release him he was running around just fine. One lucky mouse.
i guess that's a sign to keep him alive...for awhile. No idea what to do with him now, i've already named him and know he likes cheddar...and isn't crazy about peanut butter. Maybe he has some internal bleeding i don't know about and he'll just die later...maybe he like linguine...
Looks like the 1 Power Kill Rat Trap will have to wait for another day...

Bringing Out the Big Guns

Going to start using mouse traps i guess. Victory traps too, they have never failed me. i just never know what to bait them with. They say to use peanut butter but i don't think this mouse like peanut butter, might be allergic to it...or just isn't nuts about nuts. i still think there is something larger up there running around but i guess i'll have to catch to prove that.

Though if there is something bigger up there a regular Victory mouse trap might now cut it, so we're going to use the tank of Victory mouse traps...The 1 Power Kill Rat Trap.
Lemon, i really thought i was going to have a new pet too...i guess i could get whatever i catch stuffed and have it sit on my desk. Good luck Jax.

Excellent....

In December i blogged about this mysterious animal. There was no way this thing was a tiny rodent, the noises it made were so loud. Though it did move pretty fast. If it is a small rodent there was to be more than one of them, i don't know why i just think its ridiculous for a small mouse to make as much noise as i observed.

i set the trap again yesterday with the last slice of cheddar that i had that had been sitting on the table in the basement for about 2 weeks. Of course while putting the box cage in the ceiling the door got jammed and the critter was free to go in and out as it liked and the cheese was gone.

Today i stepped it up a bit, with new sweet swiss cheese stuck on the trigger with peanut butter...and a sticky pad by the front door left by my dad. When i got back from dinner i heard a bunch of racket in the ceiling...i checked the trap...it was empty! But wait, i could still hear something...where is the sticky trap?! its GONE! i followed the noise to the corner of the drop ceiling tile...and it was a mouse!
Not sure what to do with now, its too cute to let starve and too adorable to chop its head off...too big of a pain to let free...i guess i would be willing to drown it...or maybe let a rain of BBs fall upon it from my air pistol...well since it was my dad that used the sticky trap i guess i'll let him take care of it.

Here it looks like he's accepted hit fate and thought he might as well finish the cheese while in the cage. Sort of like a last meal...before the last mile...