I evict. The most I must kill is a mouse. A rat. Just a tray of clear glue. And then squealing. It is said: dirt is matter out of place. How long did it wait, unknowing, for me? Unable to free its paws. I need pliers to clean it. Reset it. It squealed. It took three blows of my hammer.
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Oh my.
That’s why I’ve always preferred cats or the mechanical traps.
Well, it managed to bypass the gauntlet of mechanical traps, ended up in the glue. It was a mouse, still trying to catch the rat.
I am sooo glad I missed that part of Saturday afternoon.