dys·func·tion /dɪsˈfʌŋkʃən/ [dis-fuhngk-shuhn]–noun
1. Medicine/Medical . malfunctioning, as of an organ or structure of the body. 2. any malfunctioning part or element: the dysfunctions of the country's economy. 3. Sociology . a consequence of a social practice or behavior pattern that undermines the stability of a social system.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Super Drizzle!

So I have mentioned in past posts: Magical Mouse Fairy and Fruity Whirls that I have a house guest, a mouse that we've named Drizzle.


So here's what has been happening with Drizzle:

These pictures were taken of Drizzle around the first time we noticed that we had a mouse. He was very very cocky, and photogenic apparently. I am not afraid of mice by any means, and so I said to Boyfriend "He can stay, as long as he doesn't eat my food or poop everywhere."

So of course, he ate my food and started pooping everywhere.

So unfortunately I had to make the call that he was to be trapped and removed from our family.

I brought it up to Landlord who then provided a snap trap and a glue trap for his capture.

I really didn't want to use the glue trap since they just get stuck there and then have to starve to death... so I baited and set the snap trap, hoping for a quick and painless death.

Holy F-! It's a cake.
 Boyfriend and I were sitting down after lunch one day and we heard a SNAP! Of course, we assumed that we had captured him and went to inspect. Oh, the trap had caught him alright. Right around the neck like it's supposed to....but it didn't break his neck. Oh no, Drizzle has a neck of steel. So he squeaked pathetically for a while, tossing and turning, until he pulled the trap off his neck and then ran away.

So, I mentioned this to Landlord while he was fixing the door in the hopes that he would get a bigger snap trap, but he was fairly insistant about the use and effectiveness of the glue trap.

Well, I set it up and late on night while lying in bed, I heard the angry squeaking of my little buddy who had glued his little feet to the trap. It was upsetting, but I decided to try and sleep it off and deal with it in the morning.

Lo and behold, the next morning the trap was empty. He appeared to have peed on his paws to dissolve the glue, pulled the trap to the fridge, wrapped his back feet under the fridge, and pulled his hairy little butt out of the trap.

Pretty much exactly like this. Those stains look like that person's mouse peed on themselves as well...
And Drizzle left a little patch of fur on the roof too!
It's been a while since I've seen Drizzle...

Landlord says he's caught two mice in his apartment (below mine) and so I have to assume that Drizzle is no longer with us.

R.I.P. You Furry Little Bastard

Glue trap picture shared through here.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Or maybe he was just using his obvious intelligence and left. ;)