I don't know if it's because she's a vegetarian, but Liina loves all God's critters. Mice included. Having recently rid ourselves of the cat, we have a mouse who audibly chews paper behind the kitchen garbage can. Liina sent me out to get traps.
It turns out that hiirepüüdmisemasin is not Estonian for mousetrap, but I still got what I needed--and in the process learned that the Russian is мышеловка, a cute little word which sounds very much like what the Russkies would name their nastiest bomb.
But Selver didn't stock the live traps available in Canada (for those who either want to release the mouse elsewhere or not damage his fur for better coat quality), and I brought home the standard wooden traps. Liina refused to allow me to bait them. "But these are 'universe-friendly' traps," I argued, and retreated to my desk to doll them up with a new brand name and slogan, Meet your ancestors.
But Liina still wasn't buying it, and we can still hear the little guy behind the trashcan, making as much noise as a teenager with a bag of Doritos.
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Click on my name for a link to how to take the bastards alive. I'm also working on a website with detailed instructions on how to make them talk (illustrated waterboarding techniques included).
From a population control perspective, I agree. You want to knock off the literate mice first, including ones with interests in the occult and metaphysics.
Also, mice aren't just cute. Even Disney is revamping Mickey to display a mean streak, because mice have one.
If I put one of my hands in one Soul Transporter and another in another, do they switch places and I will become a left-handed? Or will I just loose both of my hands?
I'm just curious. There has to be something fun you can do with those traps.
Surely a hiirelõks is more of a "soul releaser" than a "soul transporter"? :-)
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