fall

It's fall.

Fleas get on the dog and then mice come in the house.

I didn't have any trouble killing the little bloodsuckers that were biting my Snickers but the mice have given me pause.

The first one I trapped got caught by a hind leg and screamed its head off. He scurried under the piano when I reached for him; he crossed from there to my bedroom and came to a stop.

I picked up the trap and carried him outside. Released and dropped him into the inky blackness of the ravine next to the house. Injured yes, but given a chance, not killed just because he was inconvenient.

The second one escaped the trap too but sat there in a daze. I put on some gloves and picked him up by his tail. Carried him out to the same black hole in the night.

This reveals what a weenie I really am. Most guys would have had the sense to just smack the mouse in the head with a hammer.

Me?

I'll probably trap a three-legged mouse this weekend.