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So last night after putting Marcus to bed around 11ish, we crawl into bed ourselves.
About ten minutes later, I hear rustling in the shelves on our headboard. I turn on the light and get out the mini MagLite, and have a look.
Lo and behold, we have a critter! Small mouse, probably about an ounce in weight, was noshing on some Herhey's Kisses I had forgotten about in there.
I kept the flashlight on him while Colleen went to get a small jewelry box so that I could snag the bugger. Surprisingly, he didn't put up a fight as I boxed him up, and put the whole box into a plastic container used for baby wipes.
Now Colleen's worried that he'll suffocate and die. So she finds a screen and an empty wastebasket. We put the plastic box in there, cover it with the screen, and trigger the snap release on the box with a dowel. For weight, I put two pairs of my heavier boots on the screen. All this was done by 0100.
Man, could that little critter jump! He began to panic. During the night, I saw him (on my nightly rounds) hanging upside down from the screen.
Our plan was to set him loose, but nowhere near the house.
So this morning, I get ready to move the screen and put the whole wastebasket in a small trashbag. He managed to get back into the wipes container, so I snapped that lid closed. I stuffed the box into a shopping bag, and he took a ride with me.
I get to work, and there's a large amount of woods around us, so I decide that this is his new retirement home. I opened the box and dropped the contents, and the little bugger scampered away from me as if the Flames of Hell were lapping at his backside.
Good luck to you... you little bastard.
Me mighty hunter. All I needed was the hunting party, carrying this itty bitty mouse on a pole on their shoulders, like in a safari.
And what did Julius, our appointed Mouse Police, do during the whole mouse scenario? Absolutely nothing.
About ten minutes later, I hear rustling in the shelves on our headboard. I turn on the light and get out the mini MagLite, and have a look.
Lo and behold, we have a critter! Small mouse, probably about an ounce in weight, was noshing on some Herhey's Kisses I had forgotten about in there.
I kept the flashlight on him while Colleen went to get a small jewelry box so that I could snag the bugger. Surprisingly, he didn't put up a fight as I boxed him up, and put the whole box into a plastic container used for baby wipes.
Now Colleen's worried that he'll suffocate and die. So she finds a screen and an empty wastebasket. We put the plastic box in there, cover it with the screen, and trigger the snap release on the box with a dowel. For weight, I put two pairs of my heavier boots on the screen. All this was done by 0100.
Man, could that little critter jump! He began to panic. During the night, I saw him (on my nightly rounds) hanging upside down from the screen.
Our plan was to set him loose, but nowhere near the house.
So this morning, I get ready to move the screen and put the whole wastebasket in a small trashbag. He managed to get back into the wipes container, so I snapped that lid closed. I stuffed the box into a shopping bag, and he took a ride with me.
I get to work, and there's a large amount of woods around us, so I decide that this is his new retirement home. I opened the box and dropped the contents, and the little bugger scampered away from me as if the Flames of Hell were lapping at his backside.
Good luck to you... you little bastard.
Me mighty hunter. All I needed was the hunting party, carrying this itty bitty mouse on a pole on their shoulders, like in a safari.
And what did Julius, our appointed Mouse Police, do during the whole mouse scenario? Absolutely nothing.