I tried for weeks to do the "Humane trap" thing..... ended up catching and killing half a dozen field mice instead.
Damn dirty little creatures. If they weren't pooping all over my workbench they were buiding nests on the intake manifold of my camaro or the airbox of my kids car.
So, walking the dogs yesterday and who "pops up" for a look see but chippy the monk. He had a knack for showing himself whenever I was at a disadvantage like two hands full of 200 lbs of Dog. I took the pooches into the garage and put them in "sit" ,a phenomenon my Wife is in amazement over, and grabbed my already-to-go chippy killer, fully expecting he was long gone and he was.
Standing there for a couple of minutes, just to make my point with Pete and Mason, who comes back and pops up on a rock? Yep.
Mistake.
I slowly pull up in an ackward off-hand position my feet out of place but I didn't want to move and scare him...take up a good sight picture and start to slowly take my breath, just as I'm about to let half out and start the squeeze here comes a car down my road to my 1 o'clock. Damn.
I had to hold for it to pass hoping nobody would move. He didn't.
That is until I squeezed off my Good-Bye round and chippy disappeared.
Clean head shot, He never felt a thing.
As Mother nature does, He was cleanly gone this morning and so the cycle repeats.
He had grown fat off the nectar of my Hummingbird feeders and now is someone elses meal, Gus and company is visibly relieved and I get a break from brewing little bird nectar as my feeders were not empty this morning.
All is right with the Universe (for a little while)
