I took out two with peanut butter, but then the third. Shamus and I captured onwith our BARE HANDS!! Thats right. BARE HAND MOUSE CAPTURE!!! He was placed in en empty cheeto container….I then shook him around a bit to make sure he knew what would happen if he came back. I let him outside. I have had no mice since.
Yeah…I like my terror tactic. Its also funny when you make the mouse free fall in the cheeto container and his little legs are going a mile a minute. Then when he hits ground he runs up the wall and flips over. Hilarious for you….Terrifying for the mouse.
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. You kill the mice. And feed them to your cat.
Now, maybe my-girlfriend’s-cat-who-I-am-under-compulsion-to-let-live-in-my-house is just a purpose-bred slaughtering machine (she is, in fact) who kills a disproportionate amount of small creatures, but shouldn’t the cats be the ones doing the killing, not you?
They aren’t house cats. They’re barn cats. Not so many mice in the barn since we sold the dairy cows and I’m pretty sure only one of them can really hunt. The others take after Garfield. They’d much rather order in.
Got you beat there.
Mice: 0
Me: 3
The last one was tough and I had to up the stakes. They can’t resist Oreo crumbs.
I got both of you beat.
Mice: 0
My appt: 3
I took out two with peanut butter, but then the third. Shamus and I captured onwith our BARE HANDS!! Thats right. BARE HAND MOUSE CAPTURE!!! He was placed in en empty cheeto container….I then shook him around a bit to make sure he knew what would happen if he came back. I let him outside. I have had no mice since.
That’s an interesting tactic, letting him live to warn the other mice. We just kill them and feed them to the cats.
Yeah…I like my terror tactic. Its also funny when you make the mouse free fall in the cheeto container and his little legs are going a mile a minute. Then when he hits ground he runs up the wall and flips over. Hilarious for you….Terrifying for the mouse.
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. You kill the mice. And feed them to your cat.
Now, maybe my-girlfriend’s-cat-who-I-am-under-compulsion-to-let-live-in-my-house is just a purpose-bred slaughtering machine (she is, in fact) who kills a disproportionate amount of small creatures, but shouldn’t the cats be the ones doing the killing, not you?
They aren’t house cats. They’re barn cats. Not so many mice in the barn since we sold the dairy cows and I’m pretty sure only one of them can really hunt. The others take after Garfield. They’d much rather order in.