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4.01.2004

Danny has declared war upon Disneyland. Actually, just against Mickey Mouse. Okay, just against a mouse that I have named Mickey.

Danny claims to have seen a mouse run around in our room and has set out traps to catch it. (I have not seen any evidence of this mouse.) After Day 1 of Operation Rodent Kill, the score is mouse 1, Danny 0. The mouse was somehow able to outsmart one of Danny's WMD (Weapon of Mouse Destruction). The peanut butter bait was gone, but the trap was still set. One of the traps under my desk did manage to catch my left foot. Don't worry, I'm okay.


I am reminded of my rat-hunting adventures with my roommate Dan (no relation to Danny) from my Berkeley apartment. The rats (these were no ordinary mice) were never in our apartment, but they were on the open walkway area outside our door and were considered a threat. We set up some monster rat traps on the ledge (we were on the fourth floor) with Cheez-its. We even had a scoreboard outside our apartment where we kept track of our kills by drawing a rat and then the no-smoking circle over it. In just a few weeks, we had 3 rats and 1 bird. That was one dumb bird.


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