NWOutdoorGrrl

Extermination

Last night, when Nick and I were watching a movie, we caught Bentley chasing a furry, dark creature across the house. Whatever it was disappeared into the baseboard heater, thwarting any immediate capture attempt.

Understandably, the average housewife would probably freak at the sight of wildlife in the house. Considering that we’ve already dealt with five raccoons, three snakes, two rabbits, five rats, countless birds and several mice in our house, you can imagine how unbothered we were. (This is the point where I try to convince you that we really do love our carnivorous cats.) Since we couldn’t catch it, we went back to our movie and decided we do something about it when we saw/heard it again.

It did come out for a visit in the middle of the night (we heard it scurrying around several times). Our cats weren’t very helpful in cornering this creature though, so we didn’t actually find it until morning.

Turns out one of our black death machines brought home a mole. Here he is trying to figure a way out of the heater. I imagine he can’t see very well in the light.

Look at those human-like fingers. Ew!

I botched the first capture attempt when the mole finally came out of the baseboard heater. (He ran right back in.) I left the room thinking it would be a while before he came out again. I must have missed the second escape attempt, because the next thing I knew, something was squeaking in our bedroom closet.

I couldn’t locate the sucker until I finally saw one of my shoes moving. Yup! There he was. I put the shoe and him in my homemade trap.

Thinking the cats might like to play with the guy I set the box outside next to the cats. Neither were interested in killing or playing with it. (Perhaps they’d had their fill inside?)