SNAP goes the trap!
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The mouse trap that is, I only set it an hour ago with some tasty peanut butter and I've caught a little blighter already! I've not seen any sign of them so far but as it is getting colder thought I'd set a speculative one and see what happened. 
Has anyone else caught many of the little blighters yet this year?
Has anyone else caught many of the little blighters yet this year?
Cats- gotta love them- my Dad's cat seems intent on using his car windscreen as some macabre glass display case for its latest kills. On occasion he's not noticed the odd part of mouse near a wiper blade and then flicked the wipers on only to get mouse guts smeared all over the windscreen 
B17NNS said:
arfur said:
Round my may it's magpies .... Hole in ground, some chicken wire in it to make a 1-way tunnel, something shiny ... In goes the magpie, get stuck ... you then choose the method of extermination ....
My father in law is a farmer ... he uses petrol ... bloody farmers
My father in law is a farmer ... he uses petrol ... bloody farmers
why?
Hes a sadistic t
t i guess 
Mrs jaybkay decided in a moment of madness to clean behind the fridge the other day which sits in a purpose built alcove, and found the remains of eight dead mice in various states of decomposition.
Then in another moment she decides to move a wooden bookcase with a hollow base, and found another six corpses. These are of course in addition to the regular "missing head" variety left at strategic points. Don't you just love cats?
Then in another moment she decides to move a wooden bookcase with a hollow base, and found another six corpses. These are of course in addition to the regular "missing head" variety left at strategic points. Don't you just love cats?
Marki said:
B17NNS said:
arfur said:
Round my may it's magpies .... Hole in ground, some chicken wire in it to make a 1-way tunnel, something shiny ... In goes the magpie, get stuck ... you then choose the method of extermination ....
My father in law is a farmer ... he uses petrol ... bloody farmers
My father in law is a farmer ... he uses petrol ... bloody farmers
why?
Hes a sadistic t
t i guess so much for farmers always pleading poverty if he can afford to use petrol like that!
Marki said:
B17NNS said:
arfur said:
Round my may it's magpies .... Hole in ground, some chicken wire in it to make a 1-way tunnel, something shiny ... In goes the magpie, get stuck ... you then choose the method of extermination ....
My father in law is a farmer ... he uses petrol ... bloody farmers
My father in law is a farmer ... he uses petrol ... bloody farmers
why?
Hes a sadistic t
t i guess Magpies are classified as a pest. Farmers hate the things. Same as squirrels ... and you really dont want to know how to get rid of them ....
arfur said:
Round my may it's magpies .... Hole in ground, some chicken wire in it to make a 1-way tunnel, something shiny ... In goes the magpie, get stuck ... you then choose the method of extermination ....
My father in law is a farmer ... he uses petrol ... bloody farmers
Yeah! A waste of perfectly good petrol. what's wrong with a spade? Dug the hole didn't he? My father in law is a farmer ... he uses petrol ... bloody farmers
Not French is he?
Down at the Design/Dev' shed we have had a few fuzzy rodent friends this year.
Started of with a mouse... can't remember his name, think it was Maurice, originally found on the compactor platform, but brought inside for our general amusement.
His career stated off with a short stint in the student’s tool box. Popped in on the Friday, he was discovered on Monday. Annoyingly said student didn't squeal like a stuck pig. Shame. Maurice took a couple of days off work, but re-emerged in MY right rigger boot…
…which was nice.
... …I only found him because I couldn't get my foot in all the way!
Maurice's tenure ended with a horrible industrial accident that occurred through trying to recreate the legendary "Frozen Mouse" by D.McTagget. Unfortunately, no one told Green Montego that you have do it by building up thin layers of resin... the resultant exothermic reaction caused one of the poor blighter's lungs burst out of his weakened corpse.
The result was too grotesque for further preservation and Maurice went back to the compactor.
Then there were Roland and Rodney. As their names suggest they were an altogether superior class of quadruped colleague. We only ever saw Roland once, one morning he had obviously been working late (the rats do the night shift you see) and had to make a break for the clocking out machine at about brew time. Obviously he was pursued by a number of slow two legged creatures but he made it up on to the stud wall and down into the cavity wall space. We never saw him again, maybe he was laid off.
We never actually saw Rodney, but we know he was there. Like the Phantom of the Opera, and equally persecuted.
There had been a rouge apple under the sink for a week or so, when one morning we noticed it had moved since the day before. On rolling it over we found dental forensic evidence of a large omnivorous rodent. Next morning had it completely and mysteriously vanished!
The Pied Piper was at this point this summoned.
Seems these days they use jolly coloured grain to entice the mice and their more impressive cousins, rather than the more traditional flute.
The chap also showed us all the tiny, and not so tiny
foot and hand prints in the dusty areas of the workshop (which frankly is most of it!). Like a mammalian superhighway it was, circling the work shop like the M25. We still never saw Rodders, but after a couple of days an almighty odour arose. It was traced again to the wall cavity, conveniently behind a massive steel upstand. It took three maintenance workers half a day to pull away the brickwork retrieve the corpse and rebuild the wall!
We suspect that Roland too may have fallen for the Piper’s dastardly ploy as, although there was no smell, months later we have a legacy of the most enormous, dopey blue bottles you’ve ever seen. They seem to have the power to de-cloak Klingon bird of prey-style, appearing then re-disappearing before your very eye!
They make great target practice while you can see them though.
Finally there was Monte. He had been working the night shift but, either overcome by stress of work, the fumes from the filler tins (this where his little form was found), or just had some of the evil coloured grain, he died.
Monte’s first posting was to hide behind the full coffee mug of one chap who (by his own admission)says “ I cry like a girl when I see a mouse, but spiders are OK, don’t mind spiders”.
For nearly an hour, we watched with baited breath while he went to and from his cup but never picking it up…and then, somehow, not seeing Monte when he finally did. What! Foiled.
For his failure, Monte was demoted to the locker of another chap who had been off sick. To add insult to injury as he was disturbed all the fleas he had accumulated in his tragically short life abandoned ship in all directions. Haven’t seen any of them since thankfully!
I was not witness to the scene when Monte was discovered in the locker, but I do know there is photographic evidence of Monte’s final jape, departing the workshop on his bike… I will try and find it.
We have had some fun over the last few months.
Edited by danger mouse on Monday 8th January 15:04
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