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During the winter months, here in Wichita, the house usually get a small infestation of mice. There are many many ways to try and rid your house of mice. Some are quite and the mice just disappear, except for a funky smell that seems to linger for a while. Some are quick and somewhat unreliable. And some are a slow lingering death but are quite reliable to catch. My Mom used those little boxes that shaped like a wedge of cheese and are filled with little pellets of poison. After see the ones that the exterminators use at the office I thought I would try the sticky pads.

I like to think that I have a belief in the philosophies of the Buddha. I want to be good and nice and believe the I could not hurt a fly. Recently I have looking into Pagan and the way of nature. I have had pets growing up and cried when they died. The last time cried over an animal was the day that Spike (a happy little female cockatiel) died. I watched her take her last breath and I was basket case.

When did I become a murderer, a hypocrite to what I believe? This morning I lifted the cover off of Butchy's (the male cockatiel, Spike's Mr.) cage. There was a small little critter in the bottom of the cage. As I startled it, it ran to the floor and got stuck on one of the sticky boards. As the mouse squeeled and squealed I picked up the sticky board with the mouse trying its hardest to get away, and I put it out on the back porch in the freezing weather hoping that the cold weather would cause it to die of hypothermia.

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gullinbursti
Jan. 4th, 2007 11:33 am (UTC)
I hate hate hate sticky traps; I'd rather see their necks snapped in an instant than see them starve to death for days. I just can't bring myself to set out traps for our mouse roomies though -- they're too damn cute even if I don't want them pooping in our house.
gryphons_hole
Jan. 4th, 2007 11:40 am (UTC)
I have this love-hate thing going on with spiders...

As long as they are outside, I marvel at them, their webs and their processes... but once they move inside... they must be squished!

Must! Must! Must!

Ya see...? Spiders drop down onto people. Especially into their mouths... epsecially while said people are sleeping. And we just can't have that!

You could try live traps, but how far do you have to go to release them, before knowing they won't just find their way back...?

Can you find the way they are getting in... ? My parents have found the entry and blocks it with a metal plate... no more mices!
kauko
Jan. 4th, 2007 02:55 pm (UTC)
I had a mouse problem at my old place and for the longest time I didn't do anything, because I didn't have the heart to do it. After waking up one night with a mouse inches from my face, I decided to do something. So, I got one of those cheese looking things with the poison pellets. One day after I put them out I came across a mouse, which had apparently eaten one of the pellets. It had become paralyzed in the lower half of its body and was dragging itself long with its front feet. It was honestly one of the most sad and heartbreaking things I had ever seen in my life and I will admit I cried and felt like the most awful person in the world. So, I got a box and put the mouse in it to let it die in peace.
darkeyedscorp
Jan. 4th, 2007 05:34 pm (UTC)
When I worked in the greenhouse in college, mice weren't all we caught in those sticky traps. We also caught some of the largest cucarachas I'd ever seen.... Then later, here in Chicago, I lived near an old movie theater that was being torn down. Next thing I knew, I had a RAT in my small little apt. I put out rat poison which it promptly devoured and disappeared, but then I was getting mice, too, from the holes the rat had made somewhere else in the building. So I got those sticky traps again, because the mice were too smart for the quick-snap traps. At least once a month I would wake up in the middle of the night to the sounds of a mouse squealling for its life. It was sad, and icky, but it had to be done. I was glad to get out of that apt., though it wasn't really as bad as it sounds. Luckily, I haven't had rat, mouse, or cockroach problems since (knock on wood).... Being Buddhist myself, I thoroughly understand your plight and have my sympathy. Some things we have to do for our health, not because of cruelty. The best you can do is have compassion for the poor creature and wish it to a better existence in its next life....
omenode
Jan. 4th, 2007 05:39 pm (UTC)
mice/rats/rodents.
While staying at the squeezes place for the past two months or so, Rats have moves into the roof space. After a night of scurrying around sounds above my bed I decided to leave them / it be. I live in an industrialized city , and just like cockroaches, rats live here too. Have not been able to kill an animal since a traumatic hunting excursion as a kid.
lothithil
Jan. 4th, 2007 06:15 pm (UTC)
I'll bet Buddah didn't like having little disease-carrying rodents gnawing on his rice-balls. ;-)

What's worse... traps and weather or ferocious feline death-machines? Don't beat yourself up. Even St Francis stepped on an ant now and then. (((Irishbear)))
13thofnever
Jan. 9th, 2007 12:19 am (UTC)
that's alot. and yet, there is just NO well written manual to deal with those quirky moments that life comes smacking up against our stuff.
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