So, we had a mouse on the apartment feeding of corn starch and chicken broth cubes, so we put a couple of glue traps and waited, 15 min. after we went to bed, we start hearing noises in the cabinet, we got him, right? Wrong, he was bigger than I gave him credit for, so the traps were just a mild inconvenience for him; so I went to my car to grab my whacking stick (yes, I had a whacking stick in my car), and came back to the apartment, well the little rodent had escaped by the time I came back…. So we left the traps there and hoped for the best.
The bastard didn’t come back until 3 AM this morning, now, I don’t know if you have ever been awake by a mouse a 3 o’clock in the morning, but the feeling of rage is AMAZING, so I go super prepared for battle (I’ll touch back on this in a second), with my whacking stick and my rage, ready to slay the beast, I open the cabinet and there he is a 7 inches monster (tail included), hanging from my cabinet and with the trap in his tail and one of his back legs, and he sees me directly in the eyes as if to saying “thank god, listen dude, help me out, there’s something stuck in me” so I did the sensitive thing… I hit him; and he fell and try to escape (I guess I didn’t hit him hard enough, let’s call it a warning shot), falls on the kitchen top, and I pined him with my whacking stick (™), now, I’m trying to figure out how am I going to kill him considering that my stick is pinning him and as soon as I raise it for the killing blow, he’s gonna escape, well, still pinned, he try to escape by going thru the top of the kitchen into the kitchen, so I grabbed a little towel and grab him by the tail and pick him up (carefully hitting him on the cute little head every time he tried something to escape).
Now, going back to my “totally prepared moment”, I had to take the mouse out, but little detail, in the rush to catch the mouse, I forgot to put on pants, and really the cops were gonna have a field day if they find a guy in the middle of the street on his underwear with a whacking stick (™) in one hand and a dead mouse in the other, so I get Kelley (who at this point was just walking back and forth, screaming and stuff), to get me my shorts and help me put them on and then open the door…. Ok, I admit that I wasn’t as prepared as I though.
Once out, I took care of our little friend and stuff him in the dumpster (whacking stick and all), and went back to sleep, now here’s the kicker, every person I tell this story to, cringed and wonder how could anybody kill a mouse, so I figured I tell this story to my family now, they would understand me (at least I know Gabs [my sister] would), so there it goes… now I’m sleepy.
P.S. Now after this experience I have no idea how it took them two hours of movie to kill Ratatouille (because he dies at the end, right?)