That mouse has a death wish. Either that or he is totally smitten with me (I can see that). Needless to say, Charlie made his comeback last night. Well, I’m assuming it was last night. I *thought* I heard something last night while Ash and I were watching TV and she thought I was crazy. Well, for once I wasn’t. I set a snap trap out last night just in case. I never heard it go off during the night, but when I looked this morning there was a little tail hanging out of the trap, wagging. This isn’t a typical snap trap like you’re thinking of…these are monster plastic houses with teeth. I don’t know if they’re meant to kill or just trap the mouse until you squeeze the ends like a chip clip and dump him out. So, I picked up the trap and peered into the other end. Poor Charlie. He just stared at me while wiggling that tail 90 to nothing. His back end was clamped between the plastic, jagged teeth. I felt horrible. I told myself that if he came back I was going to kill him. But while I was staring into those beady little eyes, watching them watch me, I couldn’t do it. I walked down the street and unclamped him onto the ground. He skidaddled off under a wood beam, pancake butt and all. A large part of me hopes he survives…he seemed to run ok, but I don’t know how long he was in the clamp and I don’t know if his innards were damaged.
If he comes back again, I’m buying an aquarium and he’s officially moving in. It must be love.