About, um... well, ages ago I thought I saw a mouse out of the corner of my eye, scampering under the window in the family room. I eventually got my act together and put down the two plastic traps I had, baited with yummy peanut butter.
The traps sat there for months. Eventually I thought I should clean them and put them away, and put the scampering mouse sightings down to imaginitis.
I hadn't got around to doing the job.
I just happened to notice that one of the traps was closed, then I noticed a mouse in it, then I noticed the mouse had been there a while (it was heaving with maggots). And sitting in a puddle of blood and bodily fluid which has dried. And it's rank. I'll have to soak the trap, too. Bleech!
Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
Thank God it's on the tiles.
I wonder if he's come from the ceiling? I will have to toss some baits up in the roof for them. The buggers. I hate them!
I put the makings of a vermin party up in the roof thisafternoon.
About 26 throwpacks of ratsack.
Party-on, little rodents, party-on!
D'ya think 26 packets is enough?