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mousercise!
Wednesday, 16 January 2008 12:36 amOk, so, I went out about 8.15 to go to Robert's for laundry and DVDs. before I left I set up a new DIY humane mousegetting apparatus. It's this one with the clear box from my mini hand-crank shredder instead of a dish (which I don't have). Basically, if yuo CBA to look at the link, you make an L-shaped prop out of a bamboo skewer, prop a dish or box up on it and attach bait to the long, up-in-the-air end of the prop. Because it is precariously balanced the dish falls when the bait is taken and because the bait is not right near the fallign edge the mouse should be safe. I sellotaped a chocolate peanut on the end of the bamboo skewer, and left to go to Robert's.
I had a very nice evening - it was really good to see Robert again. Thanks to his facilities, I have a big load of laundry washed and half-dried so it won't drip everywhere. We had Chinese from the Chef Special with my favourite dumplings, and watched 3 episodes of Utena and one of Battle Vixens (which I might have to introduce Eve to, because it is both hilariously awful and her kind of thing. There are a LOT OF PANTS. And a bondage maid fighting chick with an eyepatch. This is the only anime which has successfully ANNOYED me with a sheer overload on fanservice.) And I stroked the fluffy purry Christie a lot.
So Robert drove me home, and I arrived in my room and then I realised that oh bugger, I left a mousetrap set, and oh boy, there's a mouse in it, and oh SHIT, I can't leave it there all night, and BOLLOCKS that means I have to go and get rid of the thing NOW. And it was 11.45 at that point. Sometimes I don't think things through.
Anyway, the mousetrap had worked, except that the box was a little bit small, and the poor mouseling had got the end of its tail caught under the box, and had ripped some skin off pulling it free. I was very sad. I think this means I am going to have trouble poisoning the little buggers an am definitely not going to cope with spring-kill traps. Anyway, the mouse was in a box on a tray, so I slipped cardboard under it, turned it over carefully, taped the cardboard on, and set gamely off into the night again after checking where I could go that I knew well, about a mile away. I headed for the Wilderness area of campus - the bit where Pepper Lane and Wilderness Road meet. I know the route there, I knew there was lots of greenery, and Google Maps said it was nearly a mile away = mice are supposed to be able to find their way home at less than that distance.
I took a torch and a map and my mp3 player and walked and walked and walked and walked, little mouseling bouncing about in the box all the way, and got there, and let it out, and walked and walked and walked and walked back home, stopping to buy some Ribena from the chippie on the way, because I'm thirsty and wanted some choices other than apple squash. And here I am, and it was 12.35 whn I got in. Nearly an hour's exercise for one mouse. I am really glad my ordered traps will take more than one mouse at once.
SO TIRED.
I had a very nice evening - it was really good to see Robert again. Thanks to his facilities, I have a big load of laundry washed and half-dried so it won't drip everywhere. We had Chinese from the Chef Special with my favourite dumplings, and watched 3 episodes of Utena and one of Battle Vixens (which I might have to introduce Eve to, because it is both hilariously awful and her kind of thing. There are a LOT OF PANTS. And a bondage maid fighting chick with an eyepatch. This is the only anime which has successfully ANNOYED me with a sheer overload on fanservice.) And I stroked the fluffy purry Christie a lot.
So Robert drove me home, and I arrived in my room and then I realised that oh bugger, I left a mousetrap set, and oh boy, there's a mouse in it, and oh SHIT, I can't leave it there all night, and BOLLOCKS that means I have to go and get rid of the thing NOW. And it was 11.45 at that point. Sometimes I don't think things through.
Anyway, the mousetrap had worked, except that the box was a little bit small, and the poor mouseling had got the end of its tail caught under the box, and had ripped some skin off pulling it free. I was very sad. I think this means I am going to have trouble poisoning the little buggers an am definitely not going to cope with spring-kill traps. Anyway, the mouse was in a box on a tray, so I slipped cardboard under it, turned it over carefully, taped the cardboard on, and set gamely off into the night again after checking where I could go that I knew well, about a mile away. I headed for the Wilderness area of campus - the bit where Pepper Lane and Wilderness Road meet. I know the route there, I knew there was lots of greenery, and Google Maps said it was nearly a mile away = mice are supposed to be able to find their way home at less than that distance.
I took a torch and a map and my mp3 player and walked and walked and walked and walked, little mouseling bouncing about in the box all the way, and got there, and let it out, and walked and walked and walked and walked back home, stopping to buy some Ribena from the chippie on the way, because I'm thirsty and wanted some choices other than apple squash. And here I am, and it was 12.35 whn I got in. Nearly an hour's exercise for one mouse. I am really glad my ordered traps will take more than one mouse at once.
SO TIRED.
