No critters in the the horizontal death machine last three days. I think I finally got the little bastards.
I've done a great deal of observing with my kills. The last one was rather thin. I hope it was starving to death when the death blow hit. Unlike the other three there was blood everywhere. If it suffered to the end which I figure was about a nonosecond I would gloat.
My second kill had to be either a female full of babies or one fat slob. Talk about being a grossly overweight. Wasn't Doc in Snow White that way? Anyway, as I put it in the garbage and onward toward eternity I named it Doc.
The most irritating aspect of the entire ordeal has been finding mice scat everywhere, Finding it in the silverware drawers made me cringe. I put those utensils though the dish washer three times. A guy can't be too careful. For three days I ate off plastic spoons and forks.
I found mice poop where wild dogs wouldn't go.
Mankind, I hope, has defeated the bubonic plague once again.
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