Later in the evening, I heard mousey screaming in the living room and so I went running in there from my study to ask my husband what the hell. He hadn’t heard anything until I pointed out the battle going on between a teeny tiny baby mouse and Gris Gris right in the middle of the floor not two feet from him (he has WOW deafness due to a constant attachment of headphones glued to his ears). I shooed Gris away and picked it up...and after snuggling up with the little monster for a bit and trying to feed it a strawberry--which it promptly threw back at me and went into a hissing tantrum over--I decided to put it outside by the wood line. Most likely it will find its way back in and it will get caught again...but not today; its cuteness saved it.
So, back to that prochoice. Since I have caught some flak about my extermination methods, and evil as these little monsters can be, they are disgusting cute sometimes too, so...I’m taking a cue from Eddie Izzard.
Cake or Death.
My catch release traps are going back out along side my snap traps. My Snap traps set up best with strawberries and peanut butter, and my catch release work best with cake. So the mouses will have a clear choice—cake or death? I’m not killing them, I’m simply offering them two very valid exit strategies. It’s their choice, and who the hell am I to take away their freedom of choice. They can also choose, of course, to march their happy asses back out they way they came in...I’m down with that, but if they want my help I’m willing to be as cooperative in their exodus as I can be—whether that be via bagging them and flinging them into a burn pile or turning them loose in the woods, we’re cool either way.
So yeah, this is it mouses...Cake or death?