Phone call

[den]

"I have some mice. can you collect them from me?"

"Um... you have then in a container?"

"No, I trapped them."

"I'm afraid we don't handle dead mice. Why don't you-"

"No, no! They're still alive! I trapped them in a live trap. I want someone to take them away and kill them for me. You have snakes, right?"

"Uh... I don't have snakes but I know someone who does. These are normal house mice, right?"

"Yes, little brown house mice. I wanted to get rid of them but I couldn't stand the thought of hurting them, so I got some live traps and caught the mice but now I still have to get rid of them. Can you do it?" long pause "Please?"

And that's why I have three fresh, killed-by-chloroform mice in the freezer, wrapped in plastic and placed in the container with the echidna food and pee wee mix, right next to the frozen chicken.

I must remember not to get confused when I want the chicken.

(It was a man on the phone, btw.)

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[weyrdbird.livejournal.com]

Once when I was tending my folks place when they were gone, we had a critter that was eating all the leaves off the young bean plants. I set the haveaheart trap (no kill) that night and baited it with a large carrot from the garden that had a slug in it.

Next morning the trap contained a fast asleep, stuffed young possum. Probably had a gut ache from that carrot:). I then had to lug the trap out to a local creek area with a city park wildlife refuge feel to it and let it it go.

Mice are one thing, marsupials that can rip your face off while smiling are another:).