Turned on the defrost in the car the other morning and it smelled like piss. Opened up the hood and a bunch of dog food dropped out of the heat blanket onto the air vent intakes. Little bastard.
Alas, victory is mine...
- Thread starter Jizzlobber
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When that little prick gets in your food, you wont be calling it cute no more. You will be "Honey did you finish with the trap and your mother?"
Yeah, I'm a douche - but if any of you ever had to deal with mice actually getting in and pissing in your heating and A/C ducts you would certainly approve. All I could think of this morning was that scene from that old movie 'Never Cry Wolf' where the dude is eating the mice. If you haven't seen it, rent it - great movie with some epic scenery.
Happened to my Dad's car about 15 years ago. The piss smell stayed inside the car for like 6 months. It was bad.
I had a mouse in my place last year. Couldn't get rid of it for months. Annoying as hell. It would always scurry out from under the stove and then jump out of sight. It kept eating the food off the traps but somehow continued to avoid getting it's spine snapped by a metal spring. Every morning I would come out to empty traps and bait gone.
Late one night, I heard the trap snap and went to check it out. The little mouse had only got it's tail caught. It was just laying there, looked scared to death but still very much alive with maybe a broken tail at worst.
After all this time and I was face to face with my tormentor. I stood over him and contemplated just ending his life with 200 lbs. and the business end of my shoe for annoying me. But, hey, I'm a nice guy when it comes down to it.
I picked him up and released the trap and let the little guy outside to run into the bushes. Hasn't bothered me or been back since.
If I come back as a mouse in the next life, I am so MADE. I'm sure he's reppin me to his peeps as I type this. I can almost taste the cheddar.
Late one night, I heard the trap snap and went to check it out. The little mouse had only got it's tail caught. It was just laying there, looked scared to death but still very much alive with maybe a broken tail at worst.
After all this time and I was face to face with my tormentor. I stood over him and contemplated just ending his life with 200 lbs. and the business end of my shoe for annoying me. But, hey, I'm a nice guy when it comes down to it.
I picked him up and released the trap and let the little guy outside to run into the bushes. Hasn't bothered me or been back since.
If I come back as a mouse in the next life, I am so MADE. I'm sure he's reppin me to his peeps as I type this. I can almost taste the cheddar.
When we first moved into this house my wife for some reason put a bunch of bags of flour in the garage (something to do with a girl scout project) and several cases of girl scout cookies that didn't sell.
Didn't go in garage for about a week.
Apparently EVERYONE in our neighborhood is aware of the huge amounts of mice that roam around outside because of the fields behind us -- but we were new and had no clue.
Opened garage and found 6 empty bags of flour and EVERYTHING in garage looked like ghostly
I had to commence operation wash everything in garage, a 2 day project that rather sucked.
Now any mouse who enters my garage must think it's some kind of torture chamber because there are traps, glue things, poison, etc.....
Didn't go in garage for about a week.
Apparently EVERYONE in our neighborhood is aware of the huge amounts of mice that roam around outside because of the fields behind us -- but we were new and had no clue.
Opened garage and found 6 empty bags of flour and EVERYTHING in garage looked like ghostly
I had to commence operation wash everything in garage, a 2 day project that rather sucked.
Now any mouse who enters my garage must think it's some kind of torture chamber because there are traps, glue things, poison, etc.....
I had a mouse in my place last year. Couldn't get rid of it for months. Annoying as hell. It would always scurry out from under the stove and then jump out of sight. It kept eating the food off the traps but somehow continued to avoid getting it's spine snapped by a metal spring. Every morning I would come out to empty traps and bait gone.
Late one night, I heard the trap snap and went to check it out. The little mouse had only got it's tail caught. It was just laying there, looked scared to death but still very much alive with maybe a broken tail at worst.
After all this time and I was face to face with my tormentor. I stood over him and contemplated just ending his life with 200 lbs. and the business end of my shoe for annoying me. But, hey, I'm a nice guy when it comes down to it.
I picked him up and released the trap and let the little guy outside to run into the bushes. Hasn't bothered me or been back since.
If I come back as a mouse in the next life, I am so MADE. I'm sure he's reppin me to his peeps as I type this. I can almost taste the cheddar.
I know it's stupid. I know they're pests and disgusting and all but I love this story. Plus you gotta have respect for a little creature that can somehow manage to get the food minus the severed spinal cord.