Well as soon as I finished the last post, kindly readying myself for pleasant dreams, 2nd Pembroke received notice of two new mice, both located in Cicada Nate’s trashcan. Nate placed a trap inside, and after quiet observation of a few minutes, Galileo and Figaro were busily eating away at the marshmallow bait. Unfortunately, their combined weight humping the mouse trap wasn’t enough to set it off, so Nate removed it and made it much more sensitive. He also removed the bags and other trash that were in the trashcan, so only the twins and the trap remained. Figaro (the more active of the two) was bouncing everywhere while Galileo (the dumb one) just sat motionless–perhaps he was trying to play dead, which in the end would prove useless. The useless proving for Figaro came at the point when he bounced onto the trap, setting it off and sending Figaro from inside the trashcan to down the toilet and onto our Hurricane Mousewatch board (and “F” being the next letter, it was quite fitting that Galileo did not take the plunge before his brother did). Now it was Galileo’s turn, but he’s dumb… so he needed help. Nate positioned the trap next to Galileo and he obediently scooted up onto it. With the drop of a cracker, the trap snapped and Galileo was… ahhhh! It’s only his leg! Nooo!
Honestly, I’ve never heard a mouse squeal before. It was the low point of my weekend. Nate put him out of his misery quickly. Or at least, attempted to. After far too many whacks of the hammer (with Galileo continuously heading back for more marshmallow), he was no more.
“He was so dumb, he didn’t know how to die.” -Stuffy
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