My cats at home do a pretty good job of slaughtering mice, squirrels, possums, and the occasional rat. Unfortunately, the main killer of the bunch usually eats whatever he kills, so we get a half eaten carcass on the front porch and then a pile of vomit somewhere else (outside the house if we're lucky). I guess wild animals don't agree with his system.
One of the cats has six toes on three feet, and seven toes on another, and she's quite talented at catching mice. Unfortunately, she's too dumb to know what to do next, so I've seen her simply hang onto a mouse for fifteen minutes and then let it go on its merry way. I imagine she's warning the mouse to stay away from the house and to spread the word to other mice, but she's probably reciting poetry to it.
I've been lucky enough to only have a bat in my apartment (search The W for that saga) up here at school. Work has had plenty of squirrels and chipmonks, since the doors to the track are often propped open, though.
When I was about 9 years old I caught what I thought was a field mouse. I took it back to my tree-house and built a little cage for it out of some bricks and things from the shed. I kept it and fed it for at least a week, amazed at how tame and affectionate it was, but when my mother found out I was keeping a wild animal in my tree-house, she made me let it go.
It was only years later that I realized it wasn't a field mouse at all, but a gerbil that must have escaped from a neighbour's house.
If you want a vision of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face - forever. --George Orwell
When I was a kid in Vallejo, California, we lived atop a hill near the river. And our house had a very nice view... of Mare Island.
We had rats. Big rats. Or ferrets. I can't tell which.
Anyway, my dad working in the garage, the house sat atop of it, and up comes this rat. A big sucker too. Walked right up to my dad, completely unafraid. My dad, also completely unafraid, picked up the nearest object, in this case a hammer, and promptly smashed that sumabitch's head in.
I'm not sure this truly qualifies as "catching a rodent" but as I was cleaning out a section of our freezers at work (we have a huge managerial inspection next week) I found three mice, who had attempted to huddle together for heat. Sadly, they failed, because they were all dead. I merely scooped them up with a shovel and tossed them into the garbage bag that was heading to the dumpster that very moment.
I know that I weigh over 1000 times more than a mouse, but for some reason, it kind of freaked me out to see them there.
Two down. One spring trap and one sticky trap. In both cases I had to finish the job, which is the part I hate.
Here is how I did it
1. Insert rat/mouse into grocery store bag from the top drawer in the kitchen.
2. Find 3 foot brick wall
3. Wind up and introduce the gorcery bag to the brick wall.
Sounds kind of mean, but it does the job and does it fast.
I know I have at least one more mouse or rat(I haven't seen it, just heard it). Hopefully this one finds the spring trap and actually dies instead of putting on a show that implies that the trap is just a nuisance to the creature!
"Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?" -Donnie Darko
I believe "coming to terms" something that happens as you get older. You aren't really supposed to be okay with dying when you are in the prime of your life. For me, the moral of the story is - appreciate every moment as much as you can.