mouse in my house

gavin - 6-22-2006 at 10:33 PM

just saw the fucker
glue traps out
he will die at some point tonight
too bad really
but 'tis its fate

sippers - 6-23-2006 at 12:23 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by MrBadVibes
just saw the fucker
glue traps out
he will die at some point tonight
too bad really
but 'tis its fate

bust out the good old fashion mouse trap..

gavin - 6-23-2006 at 12:30 AM

ima smash him with a bat once the glue trap gets him
im under attack here
i must defend

sippers - 6-23-2006 at 12:42 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by MrBadVibes
ima smash him with a bat once the glue trap gets him
im under attack here
i must defend

that will work lol.defend that shit.i want pics of the aftermath..

gavin - 6-23-2006 at 01:01 AM

nuthin yet
all is quiet
im thinking of the 'nam
i must kill
nothing happening so far
i sit and stare at the stove which he came from
nothing
if i leave my post, i know he will come
so sit and wait i must

clevohardcore - 6-23-2006 at 02:27 AM

I had a couple in the garage this past spring. The glue traps never worked but the reuseable traps that you put peanut butter on did every time. I suggest those. The glue traps were never enough to hold them. A couple times I saw the traps moved and the peanut butter gone. So I know they got into it.

gavin - 6-23-2006 at 02:34 AM

nah
ive been through this before
a few times
the glue traps i get work well
that penut butter one never worked for me at all
this is the first mouse in 2 years
he is a brave soul
he will pay

XHonusWagnerX - 6-23-2006 at 06:13 AM

Awwww poor little guy.

upyerbum - 6-23-2006 at 08:14 AM

I'm a catch and release kinda guy. I like mice, just not in my house.

Kid Ugly - 6-23-2006 at 01:03 PM

"This is it, don't get scared now."

JawnDiablo - 6-23-2006 at 01:15 PM

this is funny stuff

i dont have mice

but damn i have them huge assed water bugs.

i hate them

i was thinking gasoline and lighter for these bugs

i have declared war on water bugs

they get bigger every summer.....

gavin - 6-23-2006 at 03:08 PM

nothing last night
i waited
he never showed again
i put the word out on the street that he is a dead mouse walking
maybe it got back to him
we'll see

i sat here in the dark at my post all night and waited
perhaps this is his tactic
waiting for me to get tired then he will attack

i never tire
im a war machine

tonight i will sit in the shadows and wait
he made the first move
i will make the last

JawnDiablo - 6-23-2006 at 08:03 PM

film it

DaveMoral - 6-23-2006 at 09:33 PM

Haha... this reminds me of Punisher War Journal comics....

juan, those water bugs are vile. My old apartment was infested... boric acid EVERYWHERE... worked wonders. Scraps their exoskeleton and then the acid eats them from the inside.

JawnDiablo - 6-24-2006 at 12:10 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by DaveMoral
Haha... this reminds me of Punisher War Journal comics....

juan, those water bugs are vile. My old apartment was infested... boric acid EVERYWHERE... worked wonders. Scraps their exoskeleton and then the acid eats them from the inside.

dave:
from where did you obtain this scientific knowledge?
i am intriged
i hate these creepy crawlers
my whole life theyve been after me it seems

gavin - 6-24-2006 at 01:47 AM

waiting
silence
hearing ticking clock
staring
nothing yet
calm before the storm
tonight is the night
i can feel it
death weighs heavy in the kitchen
its black cloud looms over head by the refigerator
tonight is his night

godabandonedme - 6-24-2006 at 01:57 AM

Juan, I got my house with my girl last November. We have a water bug problem. Most people (if they're not from the city) think they're roaches but they're not. We tore up the old carpet and polished the wood floors so there's a little quater inch gap where the old carpet trim used to be and I think that's part of the problem. Also, when we got the house the garage door was damaged and I think that doesn't help either. We had a guy come in like once a month for a while but my girls grandmom got him and when I saw him I realized he was this crazy retarded drunk from one of the local bars so I told her to stop having him over. (Really weird, just didn't trust him the way he looked at her, like serial killer/rapist-retard shit). So I need a new exterminator. If you have any suggestions I'd like to know.

megahurtz - 6-24-2006 at 02:45 AM

yo brother dont use dcon they hide before they die and it will be up in your wall stinking, you'll wake up gagging - hey thats a great name for a thrash band

JawnDiablo - 6-24-2006 at 10:32 AM

no matter what we do them nasty black bugs still come back every year.
raid is a temporary fix. but that suff is just nasty and i have a susspicion that it will gimme cancer.
yeah if youre from places ferter from the city they think youre speaking of roaches. no siree bob, roaches are brown in color these bastards are big and black

geoff, did you catch that intruder yet....

Voodoobillyman - 6-24-2006 at 07:32 PM

Bad Vibes, any luck yet on the final solution of mice in your humble abode?

gavin - 6-25-2006 at 02:58 AM

last night......nothing
silence and still shadows all night long

tonight
as i sit here i sense movement out of the coner of my eye
i freeze and move my head slightly to see exactly where my friend mr. baseball bat is standing, waiting for his instructions
he is near by
waiting

i move in silence
i see nothing
he made it to the safe haven
the darkness of under the stove blankets him in temporary safety

tonight, my friends
tonight we see who is a man

and who is a mouse

clevohardcore - 6-25-2006 at 06:52 AM

"last dead mouse costs fifity cents"

Discipline - 6-25-2006 at 03:14 PM

Bad Vibes' posts in this thread have me laughing my fucking ass off.

I needed a good laugh today.

Spoiler - 6-25-2006 at 07:22 PM

here's how you get rid of that mouse Badvibes....mix a little cinnamon,sugar and concrete mix together,put it out so the fucker can get to it....they eat this shit up,they fucking love it....the lil bastard will be stiff as a board by morning.

problem solved

JawnDiablo - 6-25-2006 at 09:47 PM

i know a guy....
flamethrowers
quarter sticks
lemme know...

upyerbum - 6-26-2006 at 07:44 PM

Hey BadVibes, take everyone of your posts from this thread and turn it into a song. I just read through it, it works. It'd be funny.

BDx13 - 6-27-2006 at 12:13 AM

this is fucking great. update!

gavin - 6-27-2006 at 12:48 PM

no sightings of the enemy
not one
he is playing mind games
he wants me to frop my guard
this will not happen
i am a pacient boy
i wait
i wait
i wait
i wait

his fake white flag will burn with the hatred of 1000 suns

i show no mercy
i am a war machine
i am trained to dispose of all enemy

i know no fear
i know nothing but extermination

i didnt start this war
but i must end it

the glue traps have been set

i have nothing but time my friend mr mouse
nothing but time

Six66Mike - 6-27-2006 at 11:02 PM

First night we moved into our house a fucking mouse ran out to get my dinner, musta been hungry.

Set some food on the floor & got a garbage bin ready, sat waiting for 45 minutes and evetually caught the bitch. Took him out in a box down to the park at the end of the road.

Since then have caught 20 more, could be the same ones, dunno. The hole is blocked now with steel so hopefully they don't come back, haven't seen one in a month or so.

Got re-usable mouse traps that don't kill, just traps them in when they smell the peanut butter and the lid closes shut.

defstarsteve - 6-28-2006 at 12:31 AM

I got this from my boy in VA beach today

It was dark in the kitchen when I heard the potatoes fall to the floor. I paused, thinking a mouse had made its way to the table. and flicked on the light.

Nothing.

It was late, I was hungry, and I went for the loaf of bread, noting the ruffled fur followed surprisingly by the white face staring at me. "Shit!"

I flew back from the kitchen grasping for some blunt object. I found the 50-pound plumber's hammer, a bit big for close quarters combat in the kitchen, but it would have to do. My adversary, a medium-sized possum, was poised atop my microwave, mouth open and breathing heavy.

"Shit!"

I didn't know what to do. The possum didn't either. We sat there staring at each other, a standoff. I yelled to the kids in the bedroom, "shut the door!!!" The last thing I needed was for the scared rodent to run into them at nearly eleven at night. I'd never get any sleep. But now, eye to eye with this guy, I had no idea how to get him out. I ran back to my room, grabbed a samurai short sword, and made my way stealthily back to the kitchen.

Opening the front and back doors, I poked him, trying to get him to run out one of them. He dropped to the floor and retreated behind the fridge. I pulled the contents of the table into the office, trying to get line of sight of the trespasser. There was no good way to access the new hiding spot behind the fridge in my very cramped kitchen.

I slammed the fridge against the wall hoping to get him out. It didn't work. It was time for the final option. I dropped the plumber's hammer behind the fridge, hitting my target clean. Crawling around to the other side, I saw the face of the near dead vermin still silently hissing. I put the sword through and ended the struggle.

My neighbors had been alerted and were standing on the porch with my kids when I emerged, drenched in dirt and sweat and filth, clutching the dead possum with BBQ tongs. They screamed as I took him to the street, letting his body lie on the median as a warning to others of his kind. This house don't take kindly to rodents....marsupials...whatever...

We went to bed. The kids finally drifted to sleep and I lay there trying to fall off with the fan blowing, AC cooling, and a strange scratching of plastic wrap noise right below my ear. I turned on the light and looked below my bed and saw another white face staring at me from behind the dresser.

"Shit! Kids! Get out of the room. There's one in here now." They ran like crazed monkeys into the living room. This one retreated as well, but to where I could not determine. It was near midnight. I wasn't going to get any sleep.

With the kids help, we began emptying the bedroom, giving no secret places for the second possum to hide. I flipped the mattress and box spring from the bed frame and could see no sign of the intruder. After almost an hour of searching, nothing, no sign of any fluffed fur. He had gotten away, but to where?

We started reassembling our bed and our lives, when I glanced down behind the dresser and saw the curly pink tail followed by a fuzzy tuft of something. There he was.

Pulling away the contents atop the dresser I had a straight shot down at him. Once again I grabbed the plumber's hammer for the fugitive's final freefall. It struck him square and he appeared dead. I grabbed the sword to get him out when he began running and jumping and twitching out of control. The blow had not been fatal and now I had a very angry possum behind my dresser. The overhand downward strike ended the melee. I tonged him from out behind his hiding place and dropped him in the trash. This one was a bit bigger than the first and the kids screamed "ewwww...." in unison.

We spent the remainder of the night tearing the house apart and putting it somewhat back together. It took us a bit to get to sleep, my daughter nervous about a possible family in the house, which I also believed, but hid amazingly from the children. They drifted away and I lay there, flinching at every noise, waiting for the little scratch-scratch-scratching of plastic wrap that might start the hunt all over again.

gavin - 6-28-2006 at 01:30 AM

rain falls
i hear him
creeping in hiding
he knows
i know
we wait

i strain to catch a glimce
nothing
just the sound
sounds of taunting
sounds of knowing his advantage

he underestimates me
i was born to this
it was not by choice
he pulled me in
i can not turn back now

i have to answer the call
i walked away from so long ago

the last time it was a rat
he is not around to tell the story
lets just say he was split in half and leave it at that

the plans i have for you mr mouse

i hear ya knockin
im commin in pal