This saga begins a few days ago, when my mom, young for 82, was slow-cooking pork ribs, almost done they were, but then she lifted the lid and saw a mouse, floating [censored]-up.
If you knew her, you know she’d be pretty frikking mad. So, she threw out the mouse, ribs and slow-cooker, ordered a new pot off Amazon.
Now I’m living with mom, because my marriage is over (no need for ‘sorries’, we’re both good with it). Sometimes, after 22 years living together, you simply get tired of each other’s voice.
Anyways, she went out and got a couple of those spring-loaded wooden traps, with a clear coating and red wording on it.
Old-school…. and last night, we heard that unmistakable snap, went into the living room and it was lights out for Mickey.
One example of how a classic still gets the job done.
There was an addition put on this house long before we owned it and I cannot figure out how a mouse gets in here... but's it's like clockwork, one in the spring one in the fall.
Last year, my wife bought one of those humane traps on Amazon. The one where they walk into a tube and cross the "pendulum" that triggers the door closing. We caught the mouse. Then she informed me I needed to drive it at least three miles away. I looked at her like she must be on some new experimental drug. Nope. They'll find their way home.
I told her that will be the last time Driving Miss Minnie.
Growing up in Cleveland in the 70's, those rats would take a trap like that and just use that crossbar to do bicep curls. Different beast up that way!
BTW, your post reminded me of this because I just watched it Sunday. This piece was funny. The whole special is hilarious, one of my new favorite comedians.