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It's harvest time here in the northern hemisphere, and my house backs on to a big field. Every year at this time, the farmer cuts his crop and the mices flee and invade my loft.
I caught 13 mice in 13 days last year in traps. And they kept coming. I switched to poison in the end, as I couldn't keep up with the little ba$silly people.
Sometimes the traps would break their spines, but the mice would keep going from the waist up, like rodent paraplegics. So I would give them to my Jack Russell to finish off. Cruel, I know, but I really hate mice.
I can hear them scrambling about in the loft now. Noisy little feckers. I bet they are fecking and breeding.
The worst mices I ever saw when I was fruit picking in Murchison/Tatura. You never seen mice like orchard mice. Balls of steel. As soon as the lights went out in the TV room they were running up and down my legs and over my arms. No fear. There were too many to trap so they bred like,well, rabbits. I killed a few with a shoe.
I hate mice.
And don't say get a cat.
I caught 13 mice in 13 days last year in traps. And they kept coming. I switched to poison in the end, as I couldn't keep up with the little ba$silly people.
Sometimes the traps would break their spines, but the mice would keep going from the waist up, like rodent paraplegics. So I would give them to my Jack Russell to finish off. Cruel, I know, but I really hate mice.
I can hear them scrambling about in the loft now. Noisy little feckers. I bet they are fecking and breeding.
The worst mices I ever saw when I was fruit picking in Murchison/Tatura. You never seen mice like orchard mice. Balls of steel. As soon as the lights went out in the TV room they were running up and down my legs and over my arms. No fear. There were too many to trap so they bred like,well, rabbits. I killed a few with a shoe.
I hate mice.
And don't say get a cat.

