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We live in the country.....so from time to time we get a mouse or two in the house.

Last week my wife noticed a big hole chewed in the bottom of a dog food bag we keep in the pantry/wash room. Time to put out some mouse traps.

A week went by and NOTHING!

But just this morning:

You're a sick man Flint, you know that??

Keith B wrote:You're a sick man Flint, you know that??

I know.

But when this thing came in a box of cereal....I just knew I had to do something with it.

flintknapper wrote:We live in the country.....so from time to time we get a mouse or two in the house.

Last week my wife noticed a big hole chewed in the bottom of a dog food bag we keep in the pantry/wash room. Time to put out some mouse traps.

A week went by and NOTHING!

But just this morning:

Right click .... save as. that is great stuff man

Did you need a special license to trap that?

subsonic wrote:Did you need a special license to trap that?

No Sir.

I always purchase the "Super Combo" license, it includes the "Disney" stamp along with the Migratory bird, Saltwater, Waterfowl, Turkey, Archery, etc....

A "trapping" license is only required when harvesting the recognized "fur bearing" animals. This one was Polyester for sure!

All legal.

I expected to see a photo of a big hog. It took me a second to figure out what you were talking about. Good stuff.

edit: delete

It seems common sense to me that a sub-forum called Hunting Photos might indicate the possibility of some blood. Maybe it's just me.

flintknapper wrote:We live in the country.....so from time to time we get a mouse or two in the house.

Last week my wife noticed a big hole chewed in the bottom of a dog food bag we keep in the pantry/wash room. Time to put out some mouse traps.

A week went by and NOTHING!

But just this morning:

At least he went out with a smile....he didn't suffer!

longhorn_92 wrote:

flintknapper wrote:We live in the country.....so from time to time we get a mouse or two in the house.

Last week my wife noticed a big hole chewed in the bottom of a dog food bag we keep in the pantry/wash room. Time to put out some mouse traps.

A week went by and NOTHING!

But just this morning:

At least he went out with a smile....he didn't suffer!

That mouse is ALWAYS smiling. However, he is a California native and grew up in Hollyweird. Maybe it's the Botox!!

flintknapper wrote:I hadn't thought about using glue traps for hogs........but it might work.

IIRC you can buy that glue in bulk...but even when I was in pest control I never saw 35 gallon barrels of it

A while back I had a mouse running around the apartment. He was living behind the dishwasher. I placed some glue traps around his exits to no avail. He just kicked them around to proceed and bust into some pasta in my pantry. You don't know how bad I wanted to just camp out with my .22 at that point, it was war :)

I never did catch him. I guess he finally left... or his just died behind the dishwasher.

:) Ok, now that got me laughing. I had to share with everyone here in the office.

Heh.

One night a couple Novembers ago, I woke up late at night hearing my wife yelling and screaming about something. I got my pistol, and wearing only my tactical boxer shorts headed for the living room. I found out my wife was yelling at the cats, who had caught a mouse. Problem was the main predator cat, the 15lb male, would drop the mouse from his jaws and watch it run off, then all the cats (three) would chase it some more until big boy would wrestle it away from the other cats, carry it around in his mouth, then let it go and watch it run off again. My wife does not like mice and wanted the mouse GONE. She finds them too icky to deal with herself, so I put down the gun, picked up a dustpan as the nearest somewhat lethal but non ballistic weapon, and the cats and I began chasing the mouse again, all over the living room and behind the furniture. I swatted the cats a couple or three times with the dust pan since we would all leap for the mouse at the same time -- and then the mouse disappeared. None of us could find it, so I guess he finally headed out whatever little hole he came in through. I expect he needed psychological counseling after being chased by three cats and a madman in boxer shorts waving a dust pan...