
I hate killing things. I feel bad for days after. Except flies. No one cares about flies. Unfortunately this week, I have bigger mice to fry.
A few weeks ago I took some tarps from one place to the other, two separate times and in between places, they stayed in the back of my truck and under my closed tonneau cover.
You already know exactly where this is going right?
So a few days later, I go camping. I always keep my snacks (well most of them) in a bin in the back of truck with the cooler. It’s perfect because the tailgate is a table and everything locks up at night. The first morning when I woke up, I was super thankful that the torrential rain from the day before (when I was setting up) was over and it was sunny!
As I pull out my bin I see teenie tiny poops on the lid. COME ON….Immediately thinking of the tarps and the mouse we saw running out of the one tarp that I didn’t take in the truck. And then my brain tried to back out of the obvious and I just tried to talk myself into the mouse sneaking in because I didn’t put the cover down as tight as it should have been.
Whatever. I was wrong.
This little shit is living between my bed liner and the truck. It has been camping with me three times, to work, and all over the coast for a month now. He has shit on my stuff, eaten my paper towel, and chewed a hole in Sophie’s treat bag. I’m done with the little freeloader.
So I get a mousetrap from my dad, after the frustrating 20 minutes that follow the peanut butter application, I finally get it set up.
In the morning I have the usual trepidation of knowing that me, and only me, just killed that poor little mouse. I go outside, throw down the tailgate and I will be damned, trap still set. Food nowhere to be seen.
Mouse = 1
I decide I need a brand new trap, they are cheap and I totally don’t know what I’m doing. I buy two. Why not go in guns blazing, make the little nibbler decide what his last meal is gonna be. Choices are good, cheese…or peanut butter with a piece of cat food as icing?
Pick one sucker. He does. And he eats it all. And leaves me a crap as a thank you.
Mouse = 2
I barely touch the trap to take it out, and it snaps like an alligator. What. the. fuck.
Mouse = 3
Now I am gonna be pissed in the morning if I go out and there is no mouse. Now I am a monster. I just want it dead. This is war.
Today at work I buy another mouse trap, a plastic trap that snaps like a shark. I smother that new trap with delicious crunchy peanut butter and a delicious cat kibble. I’m gonna be pissed if it gets past this one, but I will keep trying, his luck has to run out sometime right?
And we wait…updates will be posted! Stay tuned …







