There were 4 mousetraps set. One was missing. Mission accomplished ?
Five hours later, he emerged from under a storage box in the basement.
He was still alive, neck was partially trapped, he was dragging it around.
It was my first encounter with a field mouse. I am told, it had happened in other homes, other basements, but I was never witness.
Having written before about a positive relationship with local wildlife, this caught me off guard.
I was alone, barefoot, in the pre-dawn hours when I caught the movement out of my peripheral vision. It was too big, too fast to be a simple insect.
There was no “EEK”, I didn’t jump up on a chair. I pursued him.
All of a sudden, I had a greater understanding of childhood cartoon drama. Speedy Gonzalez. Tom and Jerry. Mickey Mouse ??
He circled the entire downstairs, jumped on a dining room chair, stared at me.
I emptied a cardboard box and went after him, thinking I could outrun/outsmart him.
I did neither.
He ended up in the basement, with ample hiding locations. Mousetraps were purchased, armed with bait, doorways were blocked.
A full 24 hours later, all was still silent. “Not a creature was stirring…etc.etc. ”
And then I heard the sound of metal…which I assumed was the snap of the trap.
I ventured down. Found that one trap was missing. Assumed it was all over.
Felt bad, but relieved.
We both searched the basement, moving boxes around as best we could. Considered waiting until the smell emerged.
Five, yes, five hours later, the noises began again. And that’s when we spotted him, wearing one trap, feeding on another.
Amazing endurance, this one was worthy of a rescue.
We (he) carried him to the back yard, using pliers to release the trap. I’m told he turned and looked, then scurried away.
The term “catch and release” took on a whole new meaning.
And, I don’t go downstairs in my bare feet any more.