Jophiel wrote:
Atomicflea wrote:
He came back in, called my father and uncles maricones, and asked for his breakfast.
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Close.Atomicflea wrote:
I remember that thread. My hospital put down sticky-traps, and we never caught a one. It's like the mice said, "Nuts to this, let's go next door" and left us alone. I caught a roach the size of a mouse, though. I have to confess, I'd prefer to trap and release. I can't see the point in causing more pain than I have to.
Damn, I'll bet that was some good eatin'!
publiusvarus wrote:
we all know liberals are well adjusted american citizens who only want what's best for society. While conservatives are evil money grubbing scum who only want to sh*t on the little man and rob the world of its resources.
Atomicflea wrote:
Jophiel wrote:
Atomicflea wrote:
He came back in, called my father and uncles maricones, and asked for his breakfast.
Close.Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
British Solution: Move into the spare room to avoid violating it's Murine Rights (thanks Joph)
American Solution: Nuke London
French Solution: Finely chopped garlic, flat leaf Parsley, 10 minutes each side under the grill
American Solution: Nuke London
French Solution: Finely chopped garlic, flat leaf Parsley, 10 minutes each side under the grill
"I started out with nothin' and I still got most of it left" - Seasick Steve
Mice are cute, however, once they invade my living space, their number is up. Go straight for the snappy traps or the poisoned peanuts. It's not like they're an endangered species, and they are dirty to have in the home. Mouse turds in the food cupboards? No thanks.
As for having a completely indoor cat, they're fine with it. Cats wreak havoc on songbird populations, given the opportunity. They generally stay healthier too so keeping them inside is more responsible.
As for having a completely indoor cat, they're fine with it. Cats wreak havoc on songbird populations, given the opportunity. They generally stay healthier too so keeping them inside is more responsible.
I remember when I was a young teen and I stayed over at my grandmothers house for a couple of weeks one summer. I was up watching TV in the TV Room and there suddenly a mouse running across the rug. I decided to ignore it, having never actually seen one before except on TV or in school, and it was late night TV, which I usually did not get to watch.
The mouse ran over to the door which was shut and tried to get out of the room, but could not. It then decided to jump up to the door knob. I was amazed that the little tiny rodent could jump that high and amused because there was nothing on the shiny brass door knob for it to grip onto once it landed there, and it slid right off and promptly proceeded to try again and again. I decided I liked the little fellow, he had *****.
The next night I saw him again and he did the same thing (spunky, but not smart). Unfortunately that next day my grandmother saw him too, and she did not take to him like I did. She was very upset and begged me to get rid of it. I pondered all afternoon how to do so without killing the fellow with a trap. I decided to try a water bucket with bacon on a greased string tied to the table above it. That night when he ran across the room, the door was a jar and he was able to get into the kitchen where the bucket was. My plan was to go to the kitchen when the sound of the splash came and take him out and put him in plastic box I had ready and take him a couple blocks away and release him.
I listened for awhile and heard nothing, then after about 15 minutes I snuck into the kitchen, the bacon was still there and I saw no mouse. I walked over to the bucket and alas my heart sank as I saw there he was at the bottom of it. I gave him a holy flush with much regret and put away the bucket of death and other stuff. I went into the TV room and shut the door, and although I regretted the death of the mouse, I knew I had done what I promised to my grandmother so at least I had that.
Not too much longer then after I turned on the TV, but who do I see scurrying across the rug and jumping on the door knob, but that same little mouse, and he was not even wet! Then it dawned on me, that we did not have a mouse, we had two mice. I reset up the little trap, figuring I would have more luck the second time saving this second mouse. Alas I fell asleep and when I awoke I went and checked on the bucket, as I walked into the kitchen there on the table eating the last of the bacon was not one, but three mice. I was annoyed as I ran over to the table and they ran away and when I got there I saw there were at least six mice dead in the bucket.
The next day I bought lots of mouse traps - the kind that kill. What I realized is the problem with mice is that they are cute when there is just one, but they bring their whole enormous families with them and take over, eating everything, making messes and upsetting your grandmas. Kind of like immigrants.
The mouse ran over to the door which was shut and tried to get out of the room, but could not. It then decided to jump up to the door knob. I was amazed that the little tiny rodent could jump that high and amused because there was nothing on the shiny brass door knob for it to grip onto once it landed there, and it slid right off and promptly proceeded to try again and again. I decided I liked the little fellow, he had *****.
The next night I saw him again and he did the same thing (spunky, but not smart). Unfortunately that next day my grandmother saw him too, and she did not take to him like I did. She was very upset and begged me to get rid of it. I pondered all afternoon how to do so without killing the fellow with a trap. I decided to try a water bucket with bacon on a greased string tied to the table above it. That night when he ran across the room, the door was a jar and he was able to get into the kitchen where the bucket was. My plan was to go to the kitchen when the sound of the splash came and take him out and put him in plastic box I had ready and take him a couple blocks away and release him.
I listened for awhile and heard nothing, then after about 15 minutes I snuck into the kitchen, the bacon was still there and I saw no mouse. I walked over to the bucket and alas my heart sank as I saw there he was at the bottom of it. I gave him a holy flush with much regret and put away the bucket of death and other stuff. I went into the TV room and shut the door, and although I regretted the death of the mouse, I knew I had done what I promised to my grandmother so at least I had that.
Not too much longer then after I turned on the TV, but who do I see scurrying across the rug and jumping on the door knob, but that same little mouse, and he was not even wet! Then it dawned on me, that we did not have a mouse, we had two mice. I reset up the little trap, figuring I would have more luck the second time saving this second mouse. Alas I fell asleep and when I awoke I went and checked on the bucket, as I walked into the kitchen there on the table eating the last of the bacon was not one, but three mice. I was annoyed as I ran over to the table and they ran away and when I got there I saw there were at least six mice dead in the bucket.
The next day I bought lots of mouse traps - the kind that kill. What I realized is the problem with mice is that they are cute when there is just one, but they bring their whole enormous families with them and take over, eating everything, making messes and upsetting your grandmas. Kind of like immigrants.
When I worked at our downtown store, the Sysco people would come early in the morning (6 AM) to drop off the weekly order. They would use a wooden wedge to prop the door open for about a total of 7-10 minutes. Normally this wasn't an issue, but during the Fall, as I'm sure most of you know, the creatures like to come inside to warmer habitats.
On a particular Friday morning an hour after the order was dropped off, I was walking up to the front putting away some stuff and saw something dart from in front of the soda machine across under the over/proofer. I kept my eyes there and a few minutes later saw it again and realized it was a mouse. None of the store regulars believed me and told me I was imagining things, but I insisted and they bought glue traps. Glue traps are little cardboard hot pocket sleeve looking things that a mouse runs through and gets trapped in.
About two weeks later, I was working again and checked the traps, the last one I checked had a struggling mouse in it (it was so pitiful, awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww). I took the broom and dustpan, swept it in and carried it to the back dumpsters. The connecting pizza place had put a 5 gallon bucket of grease next to the cardboard dumpster so I dropped the trap in and watched it slowly stick.
Before anyone says "Oh that's so cruel" let it be know that there was no way it was getting out of that trap, and to leave it outside would mean freezing to death. I hadn't the heart, or desire to soil my shoes by stomping on it, and it probably died within seconds of drowning.
On a particular Friday morning an hour after the order was dropped off, I was walking up to the front putting away some stuff and saw something dart from in front of the soda machine across under the over/proofer. I kept my eyes there and a few minutes later saw it again and realized it was a mouse. None of the store regulars believed me and told me I was imagining things, but I insisted and they bought glue traps. Glue traps are little cardboard hot pocket sleeve looking things that a mouse runs through and gets trapped in.
About two weeks later, I was working again and checked the traps, the last one I checked had a struggling mouse in it (it was so pitiful, awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww). I took the broom and dustpan, swept it in and carried it to the back dumpsters. The connecting pizza place had put a 5 gallon bucket of grease next to the cardboard dumpster so I dropped the trap in and watched it slowly stick.
Before anyone says "Oh that's so cruel" let it be know that there was no way it was getting out of that trap, and to leave it outside would mean freezing to death. I hadn't the heart, or desire to soil my shoes by stomping on it, and it probably died within seconds of drowning.
I have not seen a spider in the close to two years since I adopted my cat. Mice I can handle, although I've never seen one in any house I've lived in, but spiders are a whole 'nother matter.
Edited, Mar 24th 2007 1:51am by Barkingturtle
Edited, Mar 24th 2007 1:51am by Barkingturtle
I worked in a grocery for about 5 years (meat market) and the worst thing I had ever seen/heard about was a rat in the display case.
One of the guys was stocking the eckrich sausage and etc and noticed something odd behind a product, it was a dead rat about 8 inches long (not including tail).
Apparently it had been snacking and travelling through the cold case and got stuck one night, those things get pretty frosty so it ended up freezing to death and was about 40% frozen solid when it was found.
Quite disgusting.
One of the guys was stocking the eckrich sausage and etc and noticed something odd behind a product, it was a dead rat about 8 inches long (not including tail).
Apparently it had been snacking and travelling through the cold case and got stuck one night, those things get pretty frosty so it ended up freezing to death and was about 40% frozen solid when it was found.
Quite disgusting.
When I was much younger and living with my parents we had a mouse take residence in the walls of our house. My mom decided to get one of those glue traps. Well, eventually the thing worked, and my mom freaked and called me to come get it and take it outside (dad was off in another country at the time). Well, I took the mouse in the garage to try to free it from the glue trap. Unfortunately the mouse was on its side in the jelly-like glue stuck from the tip of its nose to the tip of its tail. I tried to pull it off but I probably almost broke its ribs and spine in the attempt, the gunk had it too well. I looked at the poor thing and apologized, then went to get the hammer. I told my mom if she ever got one of those traps again, she could deal with the catch.
A few years later, when I was on my own, I lived in a sort of basement rec-room, and there was a mouse that lived up in the ceiling above me. I could hear its little footsteps on the ceiling tiles running to and fro. Late at night when I'd be working at my computer, it would peek out from under the door to my room with just its head sticking out (which was very cute to see). If I wasn't moving around too much it would slip in, run behind the couch and other bits of furniture to where I kept the guinea pig food, fill its cheeks and run all the way back. It was so funny to watch it make that run over and over and over. It was late night entertainment to me. I decided the small amount of guinea pig food it stole wasn't hurting anything, so I just let it be. It was around for a couple years, then I didn't see it anymore.
A rat I may have taken issue with, they can be pretty vicious and can cause a lot of damage, but not a cute little mouse.
A few years later, when I was on my own, I lived in a sort of basement rec-room, and there was a mouse that lived up in the ceiling above me. I could hear its little footsteps on the ceiling tiles running to and fro. Late at night when I'd be working at my computer, it would peek out from under the door to my room with just its head sticking out (which was very cute to see). If I wasn't moving around too much it would slip in, run behind the couch and other bits of furniture to where I kept the guinea pig food, fill its cheeks and run all the way back. It was so funny to watch it make that run over and over and over. It was late night entertainment to me. I decided the small amount of guinea pig food it stole wasn't hurting anything, so I just let it be. It was around for a couple years, then I didn't see it anymore.
A rat I may have taken issue with, they can be pretty vicious and can cause a lot of damage, but not a cute little mouse.
Atomicflea wrote:
Serves you right for snooping through my things. What else were you expecting to find?
Barkingturtle wrote:
Serves you right for snooping through my things. What else were you expecting to find?
Apparently, you're just disappointed it's not Elderon.
Atomicflea wrote:
Barkingturtle wrote:
Serves you right for snooping through my things. What else were you expecting to find?
Apparently, you're just disappointed it's not Elderon.
Perhaps I did expect someone to look, but I certainly wouldn't have guessed you, who can't be bothered to read my posts. Anyway, do you like my barn?
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So, was I in the wrong? Should I be "nicer" to these germ-filled rodent vermine? Have you guys had mice, and if so how have you dealt with the ********
I'm kinda of the mind that the less intelligent something is, the less aware of its own emotions is, so the less wrong it is. Then, that kind of gets on some touchy subjects like the humane treatment of the metally retarded. Though as far as I know, even some of the most profound cases of mental retardism are still more intelligent than most (if not all) animals, but a mouse especially.
If you were torturing it and intentionally causing it pain or fear out of amusement, that'd be cruel.
So it's only wrong if you enjoy it? I expect that to the mouse, that distinction is very fine indeed.
In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
No, there is a difference between the purpose and the result.
If hurting the mouse is only a secondary result (the primary being getting the mouse out of the home), it's not quite the same as hurting the mouse for the sake of hurting the mouse.
I don't know how you feel about war, but the same rationale can apply. There's a difference between killing people because they're invading your homeland and killing them because you think it's fun. There's a difference between incarcerating a murderer because he is dangerous to society and locking him up because you get a kick out of it.
Hurting the mouse is not the desired effect, it is just a subsequent result. Can't make an omelette without cracking a few eggs and all that.
~if in the process he enjoys it, then that's fine. Sadistic and weird, but fine.
Edited, Mar 26th 2007 2:08pm by Kachi
If hurting the mouse is only a secondary result (the primary being getting the mouse out of the home), it's not quite the same as hurting the mouse for the sake of hurting the mouse.
I don't know how you feel about war, but the same rationale can apply. There's a difference between killing people because they're invading your homeland and killing them because you think it's fun. There's a difference between incarcerating a murderer because he is dangerous to society and locking him up because you get a kick out of it.
Hurting the mouse is not the desired effect, it is just a subsequent result. Can't make an omelette without cracking a few eggs and all that.
~if in the process he enjoys it, then that's fine. Sadistic and weird, but fine.
Edited, Mar 26th 2007 2:08pm by Kachi
There was a mouse in my building at work. I caught it between a giant american sized plastic cup and paper plate, and tossed it into the scrubby hills (we call them chaparral). It was dark and I was in a parking lot tossing it out of the cup without looking. By the trajectory of the cup and my arm, I assumed the mouse would arch over the chain link fence and land somewhere on the hillside. I hoped it would miss the cacti. However, a moment after I removed the plate and swirled the cup, there was a most disquieting sound of organic, vertebrate animal matter striking pavement. I never saw the poor thing.
At home, we have two cats and one great big doggie. Mice? Haven't seen a one.
At home, we have two cats and one great big doggie. Mice? Haven't seen a one.
Kachi wrote:
I'm kinda of the mind that the less intelligent something is, the less aware of its own emotions is, so the less wrong it is.
So... if I run across a really really really really really really really stupid person, it's ok to hurt them, because they're so much less intelligent than me?
I don't care if it's a mouse, or if it's a deer, or if it's a human. I'm going to assume that it can feel pain and do what I can to keep from doing that.
Now, a spider or a bee, well, it's kill or be killed. Hypocritical? Perhaps.
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So... if I run across a really really really really really really really stupid person, it's ok to hurt them, because they're so much less intelligent than me?
How stupid are we talking about? Too stupid to even know the difference? Will they forget it even happened in five seconds?
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