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Topic: I finally "captured" a mouse...
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BlackCloud
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posted December 14, 2002 04:42
    
The other day I noticed a small dark shadow "DART" across by basement floor...I went to a "corporate monster" to hopefully solve my problem. Safeway didn't have any "dignified" ways of execution, other than poison and this sticky "fly-paper" style gauntlet. Well, I went for the "gauntlet" of sorts, with a touch of peanut butter for bait. I was hoping for a swift sort of kill, but instead I found my "nemesis" bound and gagged (and still squirming) after at least 20 hours since I first put the trap down. My heart immediately and unconditionally gave into "the vermin", although I generally hate vermin. The only "surgical" tool I had on hand was a butter-knife, so I made "DO" with what I had. Does anyone ever remember "stretch-armstrong?" Its feet and tail were TOO elastic, almost to the breaking point, but not quite. I was in agony with each of its "squeels", I quickly debated on whether I should STOMP on its 3-inch frame to put it out of its misery, or just to simply throw it away in the garbage alive. (like the vermin it is anyway, right?) Instead, I decided to concentrate on freeing this monster. It still wasn't an easy task, it was all fucked up. The mouse finally got away (released outside) as I "ripped" it from its confines, hair, skin and all. j/kAnyhow, the moral to this story is: "better dead than not dead, otherwise it's "slow death" (like the Accused song) I'll never use those "mouse" traps again..whatever happened to the old "turn out the lights, the party's over" style traps anyway? Seems more humane to me than this bullshit. 
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Mezcalhead
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posted December 14, 2002 11:01
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Originally posted by Blackcloud of Deicide:
The other day I noticed a small dark shadow "DART" across by basement floor...I went to a "corporate monster" to hopefully solve my problem. Safeway didn't have any "dignified" ways of execution, other than poison and this sticky "fly-paper" style gauntlet. Well, I went for the "gauntlet" of sorts, with a touch of peanut butter for bait. I was hoping for a swift sort of kill, but instead I found my "nemesis" bound and gagged (and still squirming) after at least 20 hours since I first put the trap down. My heart immediately and unconditionally gave into "the vermin", although I generally hate vermin. The only "surgical" tool I had on hand was a butter-knife, so I made "DO" with what I had. Does anyone ever remember "stretch-armstrong?" Its feet and tail were TOO elastic, almost to the breaking point, but not quite. I was in agony with each of its "squeels", I quickly debated on whether I should STOMP on its 3-inch frame to put it out of its misery, or just to simply throw it away in the garbage alive. (like the vermin it is anyway, right?) Instead, I decided to concentrate on freeing this monster. It still wasn't an easy task, it was all fucked up. The mouse finally got away (released outside) as I "ripped" it from its confines, hair, skin and all. j/kAnyhow, the moral to this story is: "better dead than not dead, otherwise it's "slow death" (like the Accused song) I'll never use those "mouse" traps again..whatever happened to the old "turn out the lights, the party's over" style traps anyway? Seems more humane to me than this bullshit.
City people are funny. Get a cat you dumb bastard.
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BlackCloud
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posted December 15, 2002 04:49
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Originally posted by nuclear infusion:
Hey Deicide, I think Mezcal was kidding? Hey wait, your name suggests you ARE the killing type HEHE  !
We used to have a mouse/rat problem, but very different. We live near a field, and we were known as the cat shelter because we would always put out food for strays. Well, the cats would show their appreciation by disemboweling and ripping the throats out of all the field mice they would find near the house, and kindly leave their "gift" at our doorstep. It was actually pretty fucking cool!
Then the local cat pound was called in and all cats disappeared, but at least the rodents stayed in the grass away from the house.
Oh I imagine Mez was just jerking my chain, no harm done. But by no means am I "horrified" by the prospect of killing mice, I wouldn't have a problem at all 'shooting buckshot' (as 'corpse said) into "devoured by vermin"
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posted December 14, 2002 05:52
It's kind of suprising that the Nuge and I have the same b-day because I hate killing things.
