The mouse in my house is too damn smart and too damn spry. A little while ago I heard a frantic rustling in the kitchen (I'm watching a movie in the living room mere feet away, mind you, and can see the sink in which the trap sits from my chair). When I checked, the piece of paper that I'd stuck on the end of the lath leading to the lip of my joint-compound-container trap, onto which I'd glued a sunflower seed (my hope was that the mouse would go for the seed and fall in), was in the bottom of the trap. The seed was gone and the other bait was disturbed. No mouse to be seen. From the sound of it, it needed more than a single bound to jump out but jump it did. Fuming a bit, I draped the piece of paper over the lath again and went back into the living room. A few minutes later more rustling came from the kitchen. This time, the piece of paper was GONE. The cat was lounging on a box nearby, looking barely interested.
Damn. Now I've got to figure out something else. I should fire the cat, too, but she has tenure.
