Weekend of Hunting

I spent a fairly quiet weekend. On Friday night I went and watched Lindsey while her dad was working and her mom went to the Brainerd High football game over in Moorhead. I got home around 1am. When I got up Saturday morning I noticed that the extra rolls of toilet paper that are kept in a basket next to the toilet are not quite right. There was only two of them in there but both looked like they had suffered a severe attack. They were shredded up a bit and there was TP traces here and there on the floor. I squatted down for a closer look. "What the hell is going on here"? I wondered.

I'm currently going on my ninth autumn season in this house and I have never ever seen any trace of any varmint in this house (with the exception of that one bat that made me pee my pants). So this TP thing is puzzling. Could this be my first mouse? Are there a bunch of mouses? I got in the truck and off to Walmart I went. Walmart on Saturday is a very bad thing but desperate times call for desperate measures.

I came back home laden with traps and poison. I set a trap loaded with peanut butter (crunchy of course) right by the TP disaster. I also went and put one in the furnace room, just in case there was an army moving in. Then I went out for a few hours. When I came home sure enough Jerry was in the trap.

Now I reset the trap and never got anymore mice. I'm keeping a close eye on all the traps. Do you think maybe that there was just one lone TP eating mouse? I have my doubts. I'm on the hunt down after them.