Sometimes a dead mouse calls for extreme measures

I miss my Berber dog, she always handled the mouse hunting. lol It was really cool until she would barf the mouse back up.

 

Was it one of those with a wide white stripe down its back?

 

Been there, done that. Amazing how something so small can make a smell so big, isn't it?

 

You are a blessed man. Marry that marvelous woman quick!!!

 

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.