There is much hypocrisy in this post, but I didn't know what to do.
I live in an apartment on the Fifth floor. A few weeks ago my landlord has someone place mouse traps under our stove to kill mice. Ussually by the time I find them, they are dead, so it doesn't really matter. I just toss them in the trash.
Well, tonight one got his leg caught in the trap, so it didn't kill him. He was able to drag the trap to the lip of the stove, making enough of a racket to get my attention. I didn't know what to do with him since he wasn't dead yet.
I couldn't imagine just hitting him with something until he died, nor could I let him free because it means I would have to go up and down five flights of stairs. I considered tossing him out the window, trap and all, or letting him starve to death, both equally brutal ways to go.
Put a rag over it that I don't care about, and smash him with something really heavy (like a big book, one smash should do it) until he's not moving any longer. Then toss the entire mess in the trash.
And then start looking for another apartment.
Yes doctor, I am sick. Sick of those who are spineless. Sick of those who feel self-entitled. Sick of those who are hypocrites. Yes doctor, an army is forming. Yes doctor, there will be a war. Yes doctor, there will be blood.....
Madison wrote:Put a rag over it that I don't care about, and smash him with something really heavy (like a big book, one smash should do it) until he's not moving any longer. Then toss the entire mess in the trash.
Agreed. If it's got a broken leg it's a gonner if you let it go ... and that's if you manage to let it loose without being bitten and getting rabies.
Madison wrote:And then start looking for another apartment.
Madison wrote:And then start looking for another apartment.
Ditto.
I don't mind the mice. We named him (or all of them) Fred. They come with the low rent, and they are better than roaches.
Here is an update. He has dragged the trap back under the stove, so he is no longer my problem. There he can die without me having to watch and feel responsible, kinda like Darfur.
yeah i can understand not wanting to smash it to pieces. throwing out the window is close, i might have done that. OR, i might have taken it in the hallway, knocked on someone's door and ran....
one time i put a mouse in a bucket of bleach at my work. talk about cruel, but thats what my boss told me to do.
i dont think i could smash it myself though, with like a book...thats pretty tough.
and yes its pretty ironic that you were in iraq and now you have to deal with a mouse.
I would probably toss it out of the window, and I would much rather have roaches than mice. But if you want to take the nice guy approach you could take it outside and leave some cheese for it to nibble on. I bet it wont even think about its leg then! You left it well fed now it's someone else's problem.
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