Skip to main content

OMG! I killed something!

  • Do you remember a while ago I thought I had mice in the house? Well, after clearing up there was no more evidence for a while. Until this last week where there has been a LOT of evidence. Tiny poo's in my kitchen cupboards and a shredded crisp packet on the floor with tiny tooth marks in it.
  • I'm gutted! But trotted off into town and bought some mouse traps. I'm ashamed to say that I did not buy humane mouse traps. I bought 3 back-breakers. I don't really want to kill them, but they can't stay, and if I put them outside they'll only come back. Our house backs onto a field and cold little mice will prefer to be in a warm house with a soft cat who wont catch them, than out side where predators lurk in every shadow.
  • So this morning I bated the three traps and set one in each of the three places we have had mouse evidence. At 3pm today I went to check them. And sure enough in trap number 3 is a poor dead little mouse. It's jaws still clamped round the cheap lump of cheddar I'd stuck on it. I felt bad for not using the good stuff. It's last meal should have been a good one!
  • It took me a few minutes to get my head round what I have done. It's not like I've never killed anything before. When I have been camping I have caught killed and cooked my own fish - but I caught pike which are nasty aggressive predators and in eating it I am giving smaller fish a greater chance of living, and I killed it to EAT it. Not because it was an unpleasentness in my life. That was food. This feels like murder.
  • Eventually I opened the door again and picked up the trap and mouse. I opened the trap and the mouse flopped out. I've put it in a small plastic box and it will go in the bin. But I found myself showing the cat the boxed mouse and repremanding her for not being a "proper cat" and catching the mouse herself. I was feeling that if she had continued the natural food chain and caught and eaten the mouse then I wouldn't have had to murder it in a cowardly way. Now she takes an intrest in the dead mouse and I feel like I'm being a sick freak for tormenting a cat, who has no idea what I'm saying to her, with a dead mouse she cannot reach.
  • I console myself thus: If Muppet had caught the mouse she would - as all cats do - have tormented it. Throwing it up in the air, playing with it and getting fed up with it once the poor thing dies of a heart attack out of shear terror. This way it died instantly (I hope) and will not have suffered in the same way as being played with by a cat. I also hope that it was a lone mouse. I don't want a house full of mice. I don't want the one I have killed to be missed by it's family, and most of all I don't want to have to kill any more of the little buggers!

  • Animal Rights People: Please don't hassle me over this. I feel terrible for killing this poor little creature. If I didn't feel this was the only option I had left - short of moving out - I wouldn't have done it. I haven't done it out of sport or enjoyment, I've done it so that I am not eating off plates with mouse wee and poo on them, or living in a house which could burn down because they have chewed a power cable. I've hated this. And don't want to have to do it again.

Comments

Donna said…
It had to be done. Don't beat yourself up!!

Popular posts from this blog

Romance

Now, we don't really do Romance, Yorkie and I. We're not the sort of couple that goes to posh restraunts, buy hearts and flowers on a whim etc, but last night we had a really sweet night. We didn't really do much that was classically romantic, it was the mood, the feeling in the air, if you know what I mean....? I cooked us steaks for tea, which is always a winner for Yorkie (his second fav after anything pork) and had the candles lit in the front room. Not that I was going for a romantic atmosphere, I just like to have candles lit on cold dark nights. We snuggled up on the settee together, watching nothing much on telly, all warm and cozy under a blanket, with the cat curled up o us. We'd been talking a little bit about the wedding and stuff, and about what my doc had said to me about what to do before we start a family. Yorkie's eyes went all soft and sweet, he was hugging me close and saying all the right kind of sweet thinks that I love to hear. It was on

International Babywearing Week

This is AWESOME! And I didn't even know about it until this year! International Babywearing Week ! I am a big fan of babywearing, although my journey to comfortable, workable babywearing was a slow one. With Jack and Tom I tried a variety of strap and buckle slings and they never really suited us. I gave up with them and thought that babywearing was for other people. Then when I had Georgie my step-mum gave me a Moby cloth wrap sling that she had found at a car boot sale. It came with a book of instructions for how to tie the sling and how to fit baby in safely and comfortably. I gave it a try. Georgie loved it. I loved it. I was totally sold! So from then on when ever I went shopping, or on the school run with the older boys, or to visit friends, or anything.... I popped Georgie in the Moby Wrap. He was comfortable, warm, close to my heart and his much loved boobies (I breastfeed), he could see the world around him, and was a very very happy baby! When I found out

Tom wanted a go at cooking this week. And beef kofta curry was his choice! Big helping hand from mum but he worked had and we had fun singing in the kitchen while we cooked. This "teaching life skills" is alright you know

via Instagram https://ift.tt/386Lb6C