Reality - The Mousetraps

Of Mice and Bunnies

As you all know I have - sorry, we have - a bunny.  She's the sweetest little thing, a kind and friendly bunny who minds her own business, happy with what she's got.  She has her outoor bunny bin, and I believe she's happy there.  As happy as a little bunny can be, I guess.  Her room mate passed away in November 2016, and she's been alone ever since.  We were a bit worried that she'd feel lonely, being used to having a friend and everything, but oh no.  Quite the opposite actually - she seemed happy.  Being the quiet type she thrived having the whole aviary to herself.  But she wasn't alone.  The mice moved in...

I suppose the big room mate chased the uninvited guests out of the bunny bin.  She was a very dominant bunny, and she called the shots around the house.  But when she passed away the mice got bolder and bolder.  I first heard them in plastic bags we had in there, and a couple of times I just let them out on the lawn, thinking "Bye bye, little friend!".  But then I found them everywhere in the house.  On the floor, in the bin, in the food bowl, running in and out just as if it was their house!  Oh no, you have another thing coming...!  So I started my war on the mice in the bunny bin.

We bought some mousetraps, put some cheese on them, placed them in the outhouse connected to the bunny bin and then we waited.  Hmm, cheese gone but no mouse in the trap.  What went wrong?  Too thin slices of cheese, no problem to just snitch them.  Well, we tried again.  Now bigger pieces of cheese with some honey on them to kind of glue them to the mousetrap.  Placed them in the outhouse, waited.  What?!  Cheese gone, no mouse in the trap.  Ok, if that's how you want to play the game, you're on!  This time I chopped the cheese into little pieces, mixed them with honey and glued the mix even harder to the trap.  Out in the outhouse, waited.  Seriously?!  Cheese mix gone, no mouse in the trap!!  There was even mouse poop on the trap!  The mouse took the cheese from the trap, pooped on the trap, laughed (probably) and ran away!!  How is this possible?!  Ok, that's it, now it's war!  Now I did what I should have done in the first place:  Cut pieces of cheese, skewered them on the traps and then - waited.  And then - bingo!  I caught my first mouse!  I don't know if it's a bad sign, but I didn't feel bad for it at all.  After all that mouse poop among the bunny pellets, the running in and out of the bunny bin, the mocking at the mousetraps...  But I know my war on the mice is not over yet.  I'm just running out of mousetraps.

Hello, I'm your new room mate!  Aren't I cute?

Mine?!  I don't think so...!

I love your toilet - I mean food bowl!

Let the game begin...

Round 1 - mouse won...

Round 2 - mouse won...  Pooped, laughed and took off!

Round 3 - bunny won...  You had it coming...