We’ve been going through another mouse influx and after 28 tiny executions I thought we were done. The rodent slayings slowed to a trickle with today’s coming after two days of silence among the four traps placed. I popped open the cabinet and grabbed the trap containing the last scion of the Robinson’s mus line. I felt bad for a minute thinking the little bastard had died alone after we picked off his family one by one terrorized by hunger after clearing out the food cabinets until I heard a rustling behind me. I turned to a see a mouse in my dog Max’s food bowl. He jammed a few pieces of kibble into his mouth and jumped back through a hole in the kick space.
Until I find a way to have Max eat around a mousetrap it appears I’m limited to killing the dumb ones. War is hell.