The mouse situation outside has gotten out of control. Last night I walked outside and I saw 5 (five) mice. All in different areas of the yard. Two by the ghetto retainer wall. Two by the house wall and one by the half dead tree. Operation Get Someone Else to Get the Mice is going to go into over time today.
I'm concerned though because I don't want PDub to get stuck to a mouse trap. This, I think, means that I will have to be outside while I wait for the mice. Which would then imply that I would be there for the moment that the mice get stuck in the trap; an event I like even less than having mice.
You might ask why I don't just get a cat. This would be a super idea except a cat would kill me. Literally. Within five minutes of being around a cat I normally require a trip to the emergency room for a breathing treatment. I would rather chain smoke 6 packs of cigarettes or work in a smokey bar for the rest of my life than live with a cat. They are like a heliomonster- the most deadliest animal alive. Provided I could get an outside cat that would not get eaten by the Pack, I would probably at sometime have to go near it. What I need is for Earl to get back his interest in mice.
My previous posts about mice.
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