You could get a cat.

You could get a cat.

Only my dad hates cats.

You could get a mouse-hating dog.

~AA

Spread glue on paper sheets and leave a piece of cheese on them. The mice will stuck to them, and then you'd only need to release them far away your home.

But you're going to poison the poor little mice.

I know, but it's that or capture them and release them out into the snow where they'll freeze to death anyway.

Make sure that the poison doesn't somehow affect a moose. It won't be pretty.

Ouch. Here's somethin' to throw at you, although recollecting it's not gonna be pretty....

About 2 years ago, we had flying cockroaches in our garage. I remember them, too, and I remember them well. It was there that my paternal fear of insects started. Well, these weren't just your ordinary roach motel roaches; Lord no, these were country boy flyin' roaches! About 5 inches in length, I rememer opening the garage door, then....'BZ-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z' You do not want one of these flying at you.

OMG! You're gonna kill them!

How mean.. and inhuman

Anyway, all of a sudden, everyone's house seems to be infested with some kind of creature.. (Adv and his ants..)

Oh, and these are actually my mice, I sent them to your house to eat your LEGO

OMG! You're gonna kill them!

How mean.. and inhuman

Anyway, all of a sudden, everyone's house seems to be infested with some kind of creature.. (Adv and his ants..)

 

Oh, and these are actually my mice, I sent them to your house to eat your LEGO

You're joking, right?

P.S.-At least its not wolferenes.

Hey, SPIRIT, you haven't blogged in a while. What happened to the mice?

I've heard no more late-night scratchings so I think they might be dead.

Cue the RIP signatures.

I've heard no more late-night scratchings so I think they might be dead.

 

Cue the RIP signatures.

The mice died to save......yeah, you're right. Forget this.

Noooo! Don't kill the cute little mice.