There are few sounds more satisfying that the thwack-sqeeeeak of a mouse-trap going off.
After finishing that post last night, I was thinking of just staying in my own bed, but as I walked to turn off the light it ran in front of me. I took my stuff to Sister's room, had a shot of vodka, and went to bed at 430am.
Today I've been cleaning. I set traps around my room and the loungeroom and at around 6pm I heard that beautiful sound: thwack-squeeeeak!
That'll learn em.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Thwack-squeeeeak
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:D
I had a conversation along those lines on the way to Forster last time. After seing the wildlife bridges across the Pacific Highway, someone asked how the animals know to use those rather than just go where there are cars. Someone else piped up that it was simply a matter of eliminating the wildlife with no traffic sense, all very Darwinian, survival of those that look left and right...
Following on, it was proposed that all dogs be offered a chess board, and those that did not play within a designated time would be shot, thus eliminating dogs who cannot play chess from the gene pool, and demonstrating the fate of those who could not grasp the game to the remaining animals. The thought was that, by using the Roadkill Roadsense method, you could create a new breed that could rival Deep Blue.
I think what I'm trying to say is that you'll probably be needing more traps :P
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