http://boysalmanac.com/2008/09/23/wanted-stupid-mice/ Boy's Almanac: Modern Adventures with The American Boy's Handy Book Tue, 15 May 2012 16:42:18 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 http://boysalmanac.com/2008/09/23/wanted-stupid-mice/comment-page-1/#comment-83 steph Thu, 25 Sep 2008 18:50:06 +0000 http://boysalmanac.com/?p=25#comment-83 Oh Ho! Wascally wodents indeed! That trap Will set is so much fun; it's how I used to catch squirrels--has he tried it on them, yet? It's such a show! And, yes, they can't resist coming back for more! Oh Ho! Wascally wodents indeed! That trap Will set is so much fun; it’s how I used to catch squirrels–has he tried it on them, yet? It’s such a show! And, yes, they can’t resist coming back for more!

]]> http://boysalmanac.com/2008/09/23/wanted-stupid-mice/comment-page-1/#comment-82 Maryellen Thu, 25 Sep 2008 13:10:32 +0000 http://boysalmanac.com/?p=25#comment-82 Well, well. Aren't you getting all fancy on us. There seems to be plenty of mice here in The Hague (all that composting and cheese and bread lying around) and Will decided it was high time he caught himself a mouse (this was back in April when mice were pretty hungry after a long winter). He propped up a small box with a stick that had been carefully rigged to a long piece of fishing line. He patiently hid behind a tree and within 10 minutes he had himself a mouse (I guess all that organic food has helped the California mice evolve in craftier rodents). In any case, we now had to figure out how to get it out. We slipped a large piece of drawing paper under the box, carefully picked it up and lowered it all into a very large bucket. Slowly, slowly we separated the paper from the box and--BOING!--like a cannonball being shot out of a cannon that rascally rodent sprung from our hands to freedom. We all screamed at the top of our lungs like crazy American sissies! Unbelievably, we had that same mouse (or his twin) back in our trap within an hour. Like I said, they're not too bright here. Well, well. Aren’t you getting all fancy on us. There seems to be plenty of mice here in The Hague (all that composting and cheese and bread lying around) and Will decided it was high time he caught himself a mouse (this was back in April when mice were pretty hungry after a long winter). He propped up a small box with a stick that had been carefully rigged to a long piece of fishing line. He patiently hid behind a tree and within 10 minutes he had himself a mouse (I guess all that organic food has helped the California mice evolve in craftier rodents). In any case, we now had to figure out how to get it out. We slipped a large piece of drawing paper under the box, carefully picked it up and lowered it all into a very large bucket. Slowly, slowly we separated the paper from the box and–BOING!–like a cannonball being shot out of a cannon that rascally rodent sprung from our hands to freedom. We all screamed at the top of our lungs like crazy American sissies! Unbelievably, we had that same mouse (or his twin) back in our trap within an hour. Like I said, they’re not too bright here.

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