When I was little, my brother and I used to play Mousie Mousie. It was a simple game in which players put their mouse on a mat and held it by the tail. The 'catcher' then rolled a dice and according to the outcome had to attempt to catch as many mice as possible by slamming a plastic cup down, while players tried to quickly remove their mice from the arena.
It was more fun that it sounds.... honest.
Well... now PP and I are playing it again... but this time with a real, live mouse whose escapology skills have led me to name him Houdini.
The past two nights we've set the humane trap, baited with all manner of delishus treats.
The past two mornings we've trepidatiously approached the trap, only to find it empty.
This morning, a sultana which PP placed just inside the trap, hoping to tempt him further inside, was gone, and the trap was untripped.
We have a brief glimpse of him in this two second video.....
He's been using the trap as a launching pad, leaping onto it and propelling himself into the kitchen, which is now his nocturnal domain.
Also, since her initial flurry of interest, Small Dog has been no use at all....
Scene: This morning, in the kitchen, solemnly regarding the empty, untripped trap. Small Dog wanders in and gives the trap a desultory sniff.
Me: *stridently* Well?
SD* calmly* Whott.....
Me: *accusingly* You're not very good at keeping rodents out of the house are you? I thought you were a ratting terrier?
SD: * sniffily* Off korse! Ai am a Prowd and Knowbel Yorkshier Terrior, and the blud of jenerashuns of feerse ratten terriors floes thrue mai vayns.
Me: *dismissively* Is that right? So what exactly do you intend to do about this rodent invasion then?
SD: *sanguinely* Nuthen. Yue hav owtsoarsed thatt tasck to yore hewmain trapp. Ai am haven nuthen to do with itt.
Me: That's not very public-spirited of you SD. I thought you'd be up for the challenge!
SD: *firmly* Enywai... itts mai frend nouw. Ai will naim him Jorj, and ai will hugg him and pett him and sqweez him....
Me: *disdainfully* Oh yes. Very funny. Anyway THAT particular mouse tale didn't end well, did it?
SD: *sagely* Thai rairlie do mumm......
1 comment:
Aaakkkk! it 's still alive and kicking. You could lay down some sticking paper down now that you have his route on record. They usually follow the same path each night. Or better yet, place it right under the washer.
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