crisco and a kiddy pool! just who is going to get them out?
i was just wondering if one could use the 50gal bucket of lube in the skate park’s drop in pool bowl. i bet by the end of the day you’d have at least 20 skaters. live trap and release is so much more humane.
I lucked into the book way back when I was 12 or so and adored it. Farley Mowat gives his full recipe for cooking the mice in it. It also introduced me to the concept of scatology, which I found utterly hilarious (see age).
I saw a PBS special on rats vs. humans, and it concluded by following this clan in India who have been the traditional rat catchers out in the farmlands. They ate the rats they caught in huge ad-hoc barbecue. They didn’t gut them, they didn’t skin them. Just - sploot! - onto a sharp twig and toasted over an open fire.
…not unlike when Delmar and Pete eat the “…whole gopher family” right before they get baptized in O Brother, Where Art Thou
Can confirm. I’ve snagged many a mouse with peanut butter. Not quite as instantly as your story but if I see signs of one and I put out the live trap with some PB I’m guaranteed to have one by morning.
I do like this bowl of oil idea though since the live trap only catches one at a time.
Yes it does. I once used a broom to fish a raccoon out of an oil drum filled to about a foot or so with waste fryolator oil. He didn’t even hesitate. He latched onto that broom as soon as I lowered it and when I put him down outside the barrel he just waddled off towards the woods leaving a trail of grease across the country club’s nice parking lot. I’m sure he enjoyed licking himself clean.
Which you only believe until the first time you hear one convulsing and squeaking in agony for ten minutes until you finally get up and get dressed and go find where its dragged itself off to so you can clobber it with a stick and get back to sleep.
In the winter, mice tend to come into my house for refuge from the cold, despite the many cats we have. This past winter, there were 5 mice captured that I know of. Two did not fare well … the cats found them before I did. One, the cats found but I managed to wrestle it away from them before they did any bodily harm. The other two, we caught in plastic live-catch mousetraps before the cats were even aware of them.
Of the survivors, I put them in a tupperware, drove a couple miles away, and released them on their own recognizance. For all I know, a hawk swooped down and ate them once I had my back turned, but I figure I gave them all a fighting chance.
Are you sure that was meant for me? Was it the comment about shaking oily mice in a box of Cheerios to dry them off? Or the one about rats being excellent swimmers?
I have a (not pet) snake that likes to sneak in when it gets hot out and cool himself on my tiles. I think it will be a few more summers before he’s big enough to swallow a mouse, but here’s hoping!