warskeptic

KILLING MICE

I killed my second mouse today, using a moustrap and peanut butter as bait.

They've been scurrying out from under the decking in my garden and eating the leftovers from my bird table.

Should I be killing them? I think maybe I'll stop. I was just worried about ending up with dozens of them right outside my patio door (a patio door I'd very much like to leave open in the summer).

I actually wear a mouse heart in a jar as a pendant. For me it's like wearing poppies to commemorate the efforts of soldiers who died in the World Wars. Mice have died millions of times in science experiments and - whether this is right or wrong and whatever the folly of it - at least they've helped save millions of lives too. I think about this often.



I like the joke that 'man flu' has finally been proved by animal experiments. Yes, the day after taking the virus the male mice 'phoned in'sick' ... whereas most of the female mice returned to the lab for a day's work as usual. Cough cough.

Here's my decking, perhaps concealing more ravenous mice? (and when those two horse chestnut trees above it really get going I might die from multiple falling conker wounds):