mousetrap clown car
The traps would shut mysteriously with nothing in them and the peanut butter not eaten, so I was coming around to the fact that something else needed be done.
One evening, I went into the kitchen and found the trap shut as usual. I picked it up, shook it-- it was very light--and opened the hatch. A mouse jumped out and disappeared behind the counter. The humane trap was vindicated as an effective mouser, but I was not.
The next time I found the trap shut, I didn't open it and this time when I shook it, there was definitely some movement.
Off I go to the park (far away from the apartment) to humanely let my mouse go. I put the trap down and lifted the hatch and out shot a little grey mouse. But as I was lifting the trap to leave, filled with a sense of goodwill to all animal kind, two more jumped out. Three mice! Apart from absolutely scaring the pants off me, which was perhaps a cunning plan on the part of the trio, it doesn't seem too smart to crowd into a dark enclosed space with two other mice. I, for one, will take away the lesson that cramped conditions and free peanut butter may seem like a safe bet--especially when you're doing it with friends-- but will most likely end an unplanned trip to the park.
