Our Friends

With an empty house this weekend the mice (yes, plural) had free reign of our domain. Unfortunately for them the domain had been planted with traps baited with delicious peanut butter. Well, two of them fell for it.
I went to the basement to check the traps this afternoon and noticed that they said "caught". (These are new traps where the mouse crawls into the trap and it swings shut. You never have to look at the mouse. The indicator changes and you simply pick it up and throw it out.) Since it was James who had set them and placed them out I didn't know if they looked differently from when he originally put them in the basement. I waited until he got home and then mentioned that he should check the traps. He sure did check them. He took them outside and smashed them with a hammer to see if they actually worked. Well, they did. We caught two mice, one in each trap. The whole point of these new traps is so you never have to see the mouse. Smashing it with a hammer totally defeats that purpose.