Iraqi Mice and the Kiss of Death
I've got a mouse. It must have came in underneath my door.At night I can hear him taring into care packages, today he boldly ran in front of me. I once had a good shot at him with my running shoes, but couldn't reach them in time. I have a sticky trap that my commander gave me from his office. Now, that mouse is another story...I'd tell you but, I'm losing my patience for typing. But, mouse of present has been baited with Hershey Kisses (that's all he eats apparently). I call it, the kiss of death. I know, he's only trying to survive in this hell hole. I want to call him "Mustafa" for a teenage Iraqi with a quick eager mind I know, but, I like Mustafa and I can't catch the mouse without hurting him. He has to die, he will cause problems. So, I won't name him, but, he can at least eat a Hershey's Kiss as he lay's there on the sticky trap.
The Appalachianist
The Appalachianist
posted by Hill Billy Rave | Tuesday, November 14, 2006
6 Comments:
That's the way I wanna go - stuck to the ground but nibbling on chocolate.
Time for a recoilless rifle type solution the heck with chockolet. My smelling is gettin bad reading about all of these meeses running around the houch. Pretend its a bear and take care of it. Take care anyway. Bill Sipes (I went back searching for the posting on the recoilless rifle to check my spelling but couldn't find it in time to post.)
Get yourself an Iraqi "Death Cat". You can even name it.
Dig a small hole, fill the bottom with sharpened sticks (what were they called, pungi sticks?), pull a tiny rug over it and put a kiss on top of it. Heh heh heh. That'll get him.
Drop an anvil on him. (Note: in the cartoons I've watched, this method is surprisingly ineffective.)
Something they said in the classic American motion picture "The Waterboy" certianly applies here and should provide you much inspiration: You can DO it!"
Murf, Sipes, Ed, LMAO!
Murf, I could see that. I had to laugh.
Sipes, the blow back would knock my pin ups off of the wall.
Ed, You might bee right about the anvil.
Actually I put him out last physically. He's out there alone fending for himself. Nothing personal to him, but he wasn't going to live with me.
He's probably better off. I could imagine you would be tough to live with. :-)
I forgot the pinups.
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