Wanted: Stupid Mice
FIENDS, those mice! They're are not fooled, and they're nimble, as well.
Hearing our plea, a nice man in town gave us an old 5 gallon crock, something wider and deeper than the army-sized animal cracker jar we'd been using in the pumphouse. This old vessel is the same crock his mother brined olives in every year, the olives she'd pluck from the trees at St. Andrew's church. He added that, on a whim one year, she pickled eggs in it, instead.
Well, yum. And this year, it's a lousy mouse trap! Let me show you how:
Ford was good, this time. He ...