Basically, what we are saying is if she doesn't bring toys to your bed, go to bed.
Otherwise...go to bed. And steel yourself.
'Safe'
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Basically, what we are saying is if she doesn't bring toys to your bed, go to bed.
Otherwise...go to bed. And steel yourself.
Is the mouse, um, visibly mamed?
This entire conversation has been easier to parse than any given minute of dealing with a graphic artist.
Is the invisible mouse visibly maimed?
This question will be on the next SAT.
If the mouse is terminally wounded but not dead, well a friend of mine killed a mouse like this - he took a cheap Bic-type pen, removed the middle pen part, took a strong string and ran a loop of the string through the empty pen, so one end of the pen had a loop of string sticking out and the other end had the ends of the string sticking out. Then he put the mouse's head through the loop and pulled hard, breaking the neck.
Or, you could put mouse in a large container, along with a small bowl of vinigar on a plate. Then add baking soda to the bowl of vinigar, thus producing carbon dioxide, which will (hopefully) displace all the air in the large container.
Do folks think this last one would work?
Oh, freezing is supposed to be pretty painless, right?
Does Bastet bring her toys to your bed? I hope not.
The subject has never come up before. Fortunately, the roommate grew up with barn cats and is fairly blase about the whole thing, so if the mouse shows up while he's still home, I'm letting him deal with it. Of course, now Bastet seems to be investigating under the couch. Not sure what that signifies.
Also, we spotted the mouse behind the entertainment center. It was still alive, though NotEmily thought it might die of shock.
We once had a wounded mouse in our apartment. Joe tried to kill it but it took him a long time. It was horrible.
OK. We are getting into freaky mouse-snuffing-films.
And you wondered why people came 'round Buffistas.
My mother would grab the wee rodent by the tail, swing it round her head until it was dizzy, break its neck and then slit from throat to anus.
But you already knew that.
NotEmily has suggested throwing the mouse off the balcony if it shows up again. Which sounds like a bad idea, but I can't quite pinpoint why.
Of course, it may mean that Toto would find it during his walk for big fun.
Does it have to be dizzy before you break its neck?
Hey, my attitude is if you can't see it, it isn't there, fuck the crazy cat stares.
This is so I can sleep.
If Devi-the-mighty-predator-but-weak-on-the-killing-thing plays with it to death, not my problem. It's a stupid mouse problem.
And I like mice. Think they are cute.