I re-baited the traps with peanut butter yesterday and changed the location of a couple. This morning we caught two more: one in Thomas’ room and the other under the dishwasher. The one under the dishwasher was still alive and had dragged the trap to an inconvenient location for retrieval. I had to move it with the broom handle before I could get a hold of it. After I did I saw the tail twitch and then his legs started to move. Both the boys said they were horrified but couldn’t stop watching the little bugger running in midair as the trap held his crushed little head down. I dropped them both in the trash. I suppose I could have mercifully killed the live one, but after discussing it with Victor Saturday night, I was dissuaded by the prospect of splatter and ooze.
OK, I think that’s gross enough for the day!