Fix holes in walls and pipes, extinguish electrical fire?liquidat0r wrote:
Buy a gun. Point, shoot. Point, shoot.
Get a fucking cat.
Get a fucking cat.
lol I have 2 confirmed mice kills with my classic army m24. Little bastards never knew what hit them.d3athwi5h4 wrote:
When I was in college our fraternity house was infested with mice so we would spend the entire winter killing those little bastards and I can tell you that nothing beats the fun of shooting them with a BB gun. Just bait them out with something smelly like peanutbutter and when they are feasting smoke 'em. Kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out
Baba Booey
unsweetened baking chocolate works well... got a few dozen mice that way over the span of a winter... damn farm housesd3athwi5h4 wrote:
When I was in college our fraternity house was infested with mice so we would spend the entire winter killing those little bastards and I can tell you that nothing beats the fun of shooting them with a BB gun. Just bait them out with something smelly like peanutbutter and when they are feasting smoke 'em. Kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out
how can you hit that with a shovel?
EasilyS.Lythberg wrote:
http://www.sciencemuseum.org.uk/exhibit … -0-0-0.jpg
how can you hit that with a shovel?
Do not, repeat; do not use poison.
Yes they will die, and they will crawl off into some inaccessible corner, like in the space between your tub and floor and die.
your house will stink like death for two months.
Glue traps are the best.
You catch them alive and can torture kill the little bastards.
Yes they will die, and they will crawl off into some inaccessible corner, like in the space between your tub and floor and die.
your house will stink like death for two months.
Glue traps are the best.
You catch them alive and can torture kill the little bastards.
lol i had that happen with a raccoon, ate half a box of rat poison and then got stuck somewhere in the rafters and died... cleaning it up was worse than cutting away all of the gyprock it leaked onto... nastyATG wrote:
Do not, repeat; do not use poison.
Yes they will die, and they will crawl off into some inaccessible corner, like in the space between your tub and floor and die.
your house will stink like death for two months.
Glue traps are the best.
You catch them alive and can torture kill the little bastards.
This is the type of mouse trap I prefer to use. Put a little peanut butter or chocolate in the trap lid, and as soon as the mouse goes for it, snap, dead mouse.
Always worked for me.liquidat0r wrote:
Buy a gun. Point, shoot. Point, shoot.
Kyle, I sympathize with you. I've also had pesky household mice before - particularly the bedroom dwelling variant - and I've lost many hours of sleep. Here's a nice blog entry from several years ago that may hopefully let you know that you're not alone buddy!
Wall of text incoming!
For quite some time now, my brother has reported a 'mouse' in his room. This has never happened in our house before- ever. So, we did the usual routine- bought some traps, looked for holes/signs of chewing, placed our cheese, and went to sleep comfortably. Then, one strange misty morn in the throes of winter- alas! The cheese was gone from the set trap, and no small mouse to be seen anywhere. It was at this point that I went into deep shock and trauma at the thought of my room/nuclear bunker - laden with more Cadbury's Fingers and half-empty bottles than an Asda backroom. Surely enough, one night I heard an empty Red Bull can being knocked over. My worst fear confirmed; my first encounter with a rodent, ever. And I shattled myself. I am willing to admit that I grabbed my duvet, ran up the stairs and spent the night on my sofa listening to my iPod wishing I was somewhere else. Back then, I thought it could have been a behemoth 3-stone rat with sharp fangs and rabies/herpes/AIDS. But alas!
Tonight it was in my room again. The mouse was unfortunate enough not to know that I have a bad habit of getting 0 hours of sleep on weekends. It thought it could stroll in my room like a routine weekday and nibble at my food and then take a crepe and sleep under my computer desk. Wrong. I had lost sleep for this thing, my brother had been forced to move into the living room due to an acute fear of his own room, and we'd spent a small fortune in cheese. This thing was going down. I'll try to make this sound as Rambo-like as possible- but to be perfectly truthful there was 10 minute pauses of sitting-down silence whilst I waited and thought. Very un-Rambo-like, but still, I am too damn good.
I heard plastic bags rustling. I removed all plastic bags from my room. I heard plastic inanimate objects being nibbled/scratched, so I removed all plastic objects from under my bed and around the small corners of my room. I went into my garage (at 2am, OH MY GOD IT'S SNOWING TOO, LOOK AT THAT, woo at this moment I don't care) and looked for a weapon. After 15 minutes, decide my brother's snooker cue is the best - sorry Alex - I snap it in half. No joke. Rawr. I walk in and spend the next 15 minute sat on my bed slowly falling asleep waiting for movement...
THERE.
Jump up, whack blindly in the remote area. But, I don't even hear a noise or a muffled squeak, so I think it has got away, or is at least cowering in a corner. I remove some more objects to reveal there, lo and behold, a CORPSE. Within the 1003242343253 wires coming from my computer is a small twitching mouse corpse. I heroically, mercifully and gracefully batter it for the next 5 minutes with a splintering snooker cue. I laugh. I run upstairs in my moment of triumph and shout my mum- who's asleep and apparently "dreaming about a day at work". But anyway. That was my moment. It was amazing.
Funny though, whilst I was stood outside at 2:00am this morning with the blizzard snow whipping me, I felt kinda sad and bad as I laid that little feller to rest in a little temporary snow-grave-of-icy-death. In the weirdest way, I think I'm going to miss my unwanted-rodent-pet. And, now there's 1 less excuse as to why I cannot sleep at night. Oh well, guess I'll have to blame it on chronic masturbation, - always works.
I rule.
Wall of text incoming!
For quite some time now, my brother has reported a 'mouse' in his room. This has never happened in our house before- ever. So, we did the usual routine- bought some traps, looked for holes/signs of chewing, placed our cheese, and went to sleep comfortably. Then, one strange misty morn in the throes of winter- alas! The cheese was gone from the set trap, and no small mouse to be seen anywhere. It was at this point that I went into deep shock and trauma at the thought of my room/nuclear bunker - laden with more Cadbury's Fingers and half-empty bottles than an Asda backroom. Surely enough, one night I heard an empty Red Bull can being knocked over. My worst fear confirmed; my first encounter with a rodent, ever. And I shattled myself. I am willing to admit that I grabbed my duvet, ran up the stairs and spent the night on my sofa listening to my iPod wishing I was somewhere else. Back then, I thought it could have been a behemoth 3-stone rat with sharp fangs and rabies/herpes/AIDS. But alas!
Tonight it was in my room again. The mouse was unfortunate enough not to know that I have a bad habit of getting 0 hours of sleep on weekends. It thought it could stroll in my room like a routine weekday and nibble at my food and then take a crepe and sleep under my computer desk. Wrong. I had lost sleep for this thing, my brother had been forced to move into the living room due to an acute fear of his own room, and we'd spent a small fortune in cheese. This thing was going down. I'll try to make this sound as Rambo-like as possible- but to be perfectly truthful there was 10 minute pauses of sitting-down silence whilst I waited and thought. Very un-Rambo-like, but still, I am too damn good.
I heard plastic bags rustling. I removed all plastic bags from my room. I heard plastic inanimate objects being nibbled/scratched, so I removed all plastic objects from under my bed and around the small corners of my room. I went into my garage (at 2am, OH MY GOD IT'S SNOWING TOO, LOOK AT THAT, woo at this moment I don't care) and looked for a weapon. After 15 minutes, decide my brother's snooker cue is the best - sorry Alex - I snap it in half. No joke. Rawr. I walk in and spend the next 15 minute sat on my bed slowly falling asleep waiting for movement...
THERE.
Jump up, whack blindly in the remote area. But, I don't even hear a noise or a muffled squeak, so I think it has got away, or is at least cowering in a corner. I remove some more objects to reveal there, lo and behold, a CORPSE. Within the 1003242343253 wires coming from my computer is a small twitching mouse corpse. I heroically, mercifully and gracefully batter it for the next 5 minutes with a splintering snooker cue. I laugh. I run upstairs in my moment of triumph and shout my mum- who's asleep and apparently "dreaming about a day at work". But anyway. That was my moment. It was amazing.
Funny though, whilst I was stood outside at 2:00am this morning with the blizzard snow whipping me, I felt kinda sad and bad as I laid that little feller to rest in a little temporary snow-grave-of-icy-death. In the weirdest way, I think I'm going to miss my unwanted-rodent-pet. And, now there's 1 less excuse as to why I cannot sleep at night. Oh well, guess I'll have to blame it on chronic masturbation, - always works.
I rule.
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You do not want to know how many mice I have shot with a .22 rifle. And even if you wanted, you wouldn't believe.
main battle tank karthus medikopter 117 megamegapowershot gg
It's a mouse ffs, Good Job Kyle!..GGF0RCE wrote:
You're a bad person and you should hate yourself.kylef wrote:
It was still alive when it was caught. So that's outside freezing to death now.
A cat is really the only permanent solution.
Alright, another two baby ones down today. At the cost of a £200 sliding wardrobe. Long story. Assuming it's a family, we expect around 5 more so expect this thread to be updated those loving my cold blooded...ness...
THAT'S KARMA!!! (and not the forum kind)kylef wrote:
Alright, another two baby ones down today. At the cost of a £200 sliding wardrobe. Long story. Assuming it's a family, we expect around 5 more so expect this thread to be updated those loving my cold blooded...ness...
I don't believe in that!Poseidon wrote:
THAT'S KARMA!!! (and not the forum kind)kylef wrote:
Alright, another two baby ones down today. At the cost of a £200 sliding wardrobe. Long story. Assuming it's a family, we expect around 5 more so expect this thread to be updated those loving my cold blooded...ness...
Anyone ever have moles? My front yard was apparently so awesome that we got a few of those before, digging tunnels and screwing up the nutrients. Here's the most insidious device used to kill them
You stamp down and collaprse one of their tunnels, place this over the collapsed part, and then when the mole comes through again to fix it----BOOM [metal slicing noise]! All you do then is dig it out and chuck the dead mole. That was a fun couple of days.
You stamp down and collaprse one of their tunnels, place this over the collapsed part, and then when the mole comes through again to fix it----BOOM [metal slicing noise]! All you do then is dig it out and chuck the dead mole. That was a fun couple of days.
Just call the exterminator, you'll never get rid of them by killing them all individually. They breed like......mice.
We had a cat that used to hunt mice and then bring us the intestinessuomalainen_äijä wrote:
lol hit them with a shovel? stamp on them?you don't have to do those anymore cuz I've got the best solution
...Cats
I've got 2 cats, one of them is a big hunter and kills every mouse he can see, the other one just swallows them alive
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwesome!DesertFox- wrote:
Anyone ever have moles? My front yard was apparently so awesome that we got a few of those before, digging tunnels and screwing up the nutrients. Here's the most insidious device used to kill them
http://www.domyownpestcontrol.com/images/MoleTrap.jpg
You stamp down and collaprse one of their tunnels, place this over the collapsed part, and then when the mole comes through again to fix it----BOOM [metal slicing noise]! All you do then is dig it out and chuck the dead mole. That was a fun couple of days.
Update:
Caught the 4th baby today. Thought it was dead, threw it in a fire, it started to run but the fire was closed off. Sorry about that, mousey - I wouldn't of done that if I knew you were alive!
My brother's clothing room (a very small room) has lots of rat droppings and so on recently and we did put some poison in there so that could be the 9th or 10th in the past 3-5 days. Looks like we are getting somewhere. If anyone knows anything about when baby mice start to fend for themselves etc that'd be handy.
The reason we're not using an exterminator is because here in Northern Ireland, they do exactly what we do and then charge you. My brother owns a SUBWAY franchise and of course, they have to hire mouse/rat-professionals to make sure there aren't any. We're doing everything they are and more and we're effective. Waste of money! Going to go to bed soon, hopefully for a nice night's sleep like last night.
Caught the 4th baby today. Thought it was dead, threw it in a fire, it started to run but the fire was closed off. Sorry about that, mousey - I wouldn't of done that if I knew you were alive!
My brother's clothing room (a very small room) has lots of rat droppings and so on recently and we did put some poison in there so that could be the 9th or 10th in the past 3-5 days. Looks like we are getting somewhere. If anyone knows anything about when baby mice start to fend for themselves etc that'd be handy.
The reason we're not using an exterminator is because here in Northern Ireland, they do exactly what we do and then charge you. My brother owns a SUBWAY franchise and of course, they have to hire mouse/rat-professionals to make sure there aren't any. We're doing everything they are and more and we're effective. Waste of money! Going to go to bed soon, hopefully for a nice night's sleep like last night.
Caught the 4th baby today. Thought it was dead, threw it in a fire, it started to run but the fire was closed off. Sorry about that, mousey - I wouldn't of done that if I knew you were alive!
Made me laugh!
Made me laugh!
mice problems are fun...i had a similar situation over the summer...just one mouse that i know of...
it took 3 guys 4 days to kill that one spartan mouse.
we knew where the hole was...put 4 traps around it with food. in the morning, food was gone but no dead mouse...
then we plugged the hole with a wine cork
it ate the cork.
it took 3 guys 4 days to kill that one spartan mouse.
we knew where the hole was...put 4 traps around it with food. in the morning, food was gone but no dead mouse...
then we plugged the hole with a wine cork
it ate the cork.
woah!Schwarzelungen wrote:
it ate the cork.
This sounds like the real life version of mouse hunt.