I learned the Snickers bar trick from Boss Lady at the smoke shop -- we kept a bunch of traps in the cellar to guard against mice getting into the cappuccino powder mixes, the foreign candy, the bulk rolling tobacco, and the cigars. Somehow I was always the one who found the dead mice and had to clean and reset the traps. And more recently, I'm the one who trapped (and accidentally suffocated) a mouse under a plunger in the bathroom at my Not the IRS office. I think I have some kind of weird dead mouse karma. *sigh*
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Date: 2019-08-28 02:01 pm (UTC)