Here's my beautiful fiance, right by my side as we remove a dead mouse. In fact, she insisted on doing the removal herself this time while I held the bag and flashlight. Is there a man more blessed than I?
No, but it had been dead long enough to fall apart when grabbed. She said it felt like gelatin with bones. It was in a close area behind the cupboard, and beleive me, the smell was overpowering.
That's better than my wife. The woman will shoot and gut a deer, clean out a nasty horse stall, and do God know's what in her job as a nurse but will not under any circumstances touch even a stone dead frozen mouse. When one's in a trap and I don't find it first, she picks up the trap with the fire tongs and throws the whole works out. I hate that, gets rid of my best seasoned traps (they work better with mouse scent on them).
We have one cat that hunts them in the cellar, brings them into the bedroom at night and plays with them until they're dead. She doesn't eat them but leaves them in various places--sometimes on the bed--for us to find. As with Ole and Lena, I'm on constant call to remove the dead bodies.
We have a pair of cats here that are supposed to be hunters, but out in the country, I guess there's too many mice for 2 cats. But one of them may be pregnant, so we might get a a bunch more rodent hunters, I just hope they don't like annoying my chickens as much as their momma does.