Farmer H, Mouse Trapper

When Farmer H got home Wednesday evening, I asked about the mouse he had caught.

"Was it a cute little field mouse, with the big ears?"

"It was FAT! And it wasn't even in the trap! The trap had went off, but the mouse was laying up against the car door. I guess maybe it snapped on him, and then he died."

"I hope that's the only one!"

"I bet there's more. When there's one, there's going to be a bunch."

"No. We never had them like that when they got in the house. Just the one, and we'd trap it. Except maybe when you had them in the bathroom light/fan, coming down from the attic."

"If a mouse can get its head in, it can get in."

"Yeah, like when they'd come in under the door, because the weatherstripping let you see daylight."

"I bet there's more." 

"It only started on Monday, when I noticed my tissue was torn up. And again on Tuesday. Then you caught it! So I haven't seen any signs of a mouse before then."

"I'll set the trap again, and we'll see."

The good news is that there was nothing in the trap on Thursday morning! I'm hoping this mouse was one-and-done. Still, I might drive with a set mousetrap on the floor of T-Hoe for a few days. Oh, wait! I'll need to warn The Pony, for our Errand Day on Friday.

If You Give A Hick A Mousetrap

There's not a lot going on in this hick town. Hillmomba has been relatively quiet lately. Farmer H seems thrilled to have an investigation dropped into his lap, concerning T-Hoe's tissue issue. He set the mousetrap on the passenger side floor of T-Hoe on Tuesday evening, around 4:30.

Wednesday morning, I was trying to watch a movie (I, Daniel Blake) at 5:30 a.m. when Farmer H came to sit on the long couch. He watched along, but complained that he couldn't understand a word. He's not good with English accents. I guess his mind wandered. Or else he just couldn't contain his excitement.

"Well, when I go out, I'll check and see if you have a mouse!"

Farmer H might have been dreaming about this moment all night.

"You don't have to come back in. You can send me a text."

It was still black dark when Farmer H left at 6:00. At 6:03, I heard a text come in:

"Yes we got one i didn't get a picture sorry"

"I hope it's the only one!"

"I'll bait it again tonight my heater didn't work in my truck this morning"

Not that one has anything to do with the other. But T-Hoe's heater quit working in town on Monday, when I came out of the Gas Station Chicken Store. It started again by the time I got to the prison.

That darn mouse probably chewed up some wiring, as well as my Puffs With Lotion! Then again, the heater/AC and the radio have had ongoing problems like this for years. 

I don't think the mouse is that old.

Anyhoo... Farmer H has a project to keep him occupied: mouse trapping.