Fucking kettlebell.

You are buff.

Think about Keeanu when he was doing Speed. "I didn't want cut muscles. I wanted big, beefy cop arms."

Yeah it does kinda weaken my position that we have a snake at home that eats live mice.

No. If your shoes or the glue strip needed the mice to live, that would be different.

Yes. I have my own animal cruelty morality. Don't judge.

Don't judge.

Too late, mousestomper!

I printed out a statement from the SFSPCA to take to work tomorrow.

Quick tip on mice in glue traps. I concur with NO. Period.

But if you find one by chance...as I did at the law office...The vet tells me all you need do...if the critter has not broken all its own bones trying to escape...pour vegetable oil over the trap and the mouse will be freed.

Turning over and stomping on it? W.T.F.

Someone with no compunction about killing like that? Pretty scary.

I would never stomp a mouse! I would never stomp a cockroach! I throw books I don't particularly like at them, like my biology text from college, or use Mr. Jane's shoes. Mice should be humanely trapped and sent to the country.

I have a similar policy about bugs in my house. With a caveat.

Everyone gets a free ride outside...unless you land onme. Then? Bets might be off.

But otherwise, I'd rather hedge that karmic bet (debt). Ya just never know. Plus...the ick is just too much to contemplate.

I think the biggest thing I stomp is ants. I eat dead things and wear them too but I think the only food I ever killed myself was a fish or a frog.

Living over a liquor store, I regularly got mice until I plugged in two of those buzzy box dealies which seem to have done the trick.

I get angry with the little blighters for putting me in a position to HAVE to deal with them...and they are wicked loud.

Sadly, the humane traps never seem to work for me. So buzzy boxes it is.

I just...where I come from, they look like fist size monsters and fly. At you. If you look at them wrong. They have made me lock myself in the bathroom until my husband got home from work. At 3 am. I am not scared of water moccasins. Sorry. They die.