On Sun, 28 Dec 2003 07:31:16 GMT, Blair P. Houghton > wrote:
I had a mouse. - He was living in my kitchen for a week or so. <snip>

For many years I've lived at the edge of a desert residential area, with
no homes immediately across the street. There used to be just a burned
out cabin foundation directly across, but one day a big tractor-sort
cleared that away, in preparation for a pre-fab home being put there
now. Until the initial cleaaring came about, I had never experienced a
need for mousing anywhere I've lived.

Hah! One evening I thought I saw what I supposed was a dried up
cottonwood leaf blow in through the security screen that I have an 8x10"
section cut out of for the pup, though no leaf was to be seen about.
Some minutes later there was a wee mouse scampering across the room to
get behind the television. I had nothing at home to use, so I went to
the hardware store and chose those "sticky plates" to set at each side
of the TV's back for catching the little buggar.

Caught the pest, I did, but what to do next? I was some afraid of being
also stuck to, or even bitten while carrying the mouse-laden tray out,
and again, what would I do with the now screeching thing next? I
wrapped kitchen tong ends into paper towels (so the sticky would not, to
them) and successfully collected the papered tray into the garage trash
barrel. I figured a kinder gesture for the unwanted about me pest would
be among the local dump's terrain.

During the two days wait for trash pick-up, that wee mouse reminded me
he was there with scampering about the trash barrel noises each time I
passed by, and my little pooch didn't at all understand my trying to
tell him nothing of interest to him or of any danger to his mamma was
outside the home....

=A0=A0=A0Picky ~JA~