Caffeinated Memories

 We had a rodent problem.  It was annoying as heck.  It's unnerving to see scurrying shadows at night.  And even worse, was to hear the rodents gnaw away the wood inside the walls.  The noise from that was extremely loud and psychologically frightening.  It was nerve wracking to know that support beams were being compromised.

We had a rodent problem until we left for vacation.  I went to Wal-mart and bought the store out of all their glue traps.  A man, seeing the amount of traps that I bought, commented, "That's some rodent problem you have."

"Yes, sir." I replied.  "We do have rodents."

The night before we left I literally covered the kitchen and pantry floor with the glue traps.  The next morning, we caught two.  I replaced the two glue traps with fresh ones and we left for three weeks.

When we came on from a three week vacation,  we  walked into killing zone.  We had caught 4 mice.  From the blood splatterings, it was evident that  they struggled and fought to the end to try and free themselves.  Their ending must have been gruesome and prolonged.  One mouse must have tried to tear itself free, because it left patches of skin and fur in different places on the glue trap.  Others just got stuck, and died as they were.

If there were any surviving rodents, they must have scared off.  Mice are smart, they can hear and smell fear.  Maybe having the dead rodents linger longer than usual got the message across.

I want to feel bad for the rodents, but somehow I don't.  I am sorry that they suffered, but boy am I glad to be rid of rodents.