A couple of things occurred to me, as I baited, set and laid out the mouse traps, having realized the seasonal march for resources had arrived in earnest.
I remembered that I love nature, and mice.
Mice are adorable soft fuzzy little creatures, who are only looking to survive, and do what nature tells them to do.

However, I cannot have them in my dwelling, chewing on things, making noise, waking me up, eating my food, crapping everywhere and generally tarnishing things. Such is garage life in a rural area.
I observed these damnable rodents licking cheese and peanut butter off the trap, casually escaping their premeditated demise.
Discussions on mouse trap “tuning” predictably ensued, to no avail.

This meant escalation.

Poison pellets.
Heinous chemical warfare.
Can’t imagine a more terrible way to die.

But the conclusion was self-evident.

This had to be stopped.

This problem required a final solution.

I watched two of them stumbling around, puffed up, and incoherent from the poison. They remained motionless, then tried to bolt for their respective safety zones. I caught one and disposed of it.

My soul paid a price…

Nary a mouse now for some 5 days, as I listen to classical music, type this out, and watch the world go to FUCKING HELL.

NEXT RANT: Flies.