Idiot posts cluttering up the forum

An exellent and informative post.
We catch mice a lot, but we make our own sticky thingys from a tin of gooie stuff called rat glue ( appropriate) man this stuff is -is well-- sticky. You can buy it from the supermarket in a tin, it looks like grease but if you stick your screw driver in you can pick up the tin. We always catch em. The trouble is there is always a serious discussion in front of the screemin mouse as to who is going to kill it. As I am the man around the house ( and I have my wifes permission to say this) I had to do it,-- it sickens me,, I feel sad all day.
I had one once and I thought that I would let him go as he wasnt really stuck so securely. I pulled his back side up with his tail and tried to pull him off. Jeees his skin on his tail came off in my hand, he was left with a bloody tail, I guess that must have hurt.

 

What I believe happened based on the forensics is that there is a slight gap between the nook where I had him stuck and some wood paneling leading down another flight of stairs and I believe he dragged himself over to that gap and pulled himself down off the trap, as the trap was left laying over the slight gap and I heard him rummaging around down in there.

Catching them doesn't make me sad. I just get pissed off. It's just a "survival" mechanism I have... whenever I don't like coping with stuff like that, I get angry. It used to be, when I was young, everytime I saw blood, I would get light-headed and start to pass out, but then as I got older and "had" to deal with such things as a "grown up", I realized that the only way to keep myself from going weak-in-the-knees was to get upset. So now, whenever I cut myself or see blood on somebody else, I will fly into something like a mini-rage... not really directed at other people, but rather at the situation. It is definitely a more effective instinct than than passing out. LOL What's more, this "anger" is always very effective at making me act appropriately and be in control of the situation. I imagine I could just desensitize myself altogether, but I don't encounter the situations enough to think the effort worth it.

Anyway, the same thing happens when I see a mouse in the house- I get pissed off. I mean, my blood pressure REALLY shoots up. But hell, what do I care? It's the thrill of the hunt!

Once caught, I usually toss them into a plastic bag, take them outside, and drop a brick on them- quick and painless. But this time, I lucked out. The snap-trap got him square in the skull.



Anyway, I like rodents when they aren't disease-infested or invading my home without an invitation. I have a chinchilla and he's a cool little highly-socialized critter and I gotta say that mice out in the wild are rather cute little critters.

 

And that's why American rat and mice traps are so bloody useless! Any nation where the mouse always wins against the cat has really got a problem!

Personally I like the cute little buggers (mice I mean), very entertaining and of course rats make great survival food -when you can catch 'em! Bit of fricasee'd rat goes down well with a bowl of tepid rainwater! Far more tastier than a worm omelette or fried spider (but snake, now there's living eh Ari) yeah Jack!

 

Heay Toot you'd make a great ambulance driver.

Screaming and yelling at the poor guy trapped in the car.

Long as it helps you cope.

 

I used to be a lawyer. The more serious I got, the less other attorneys wanted to get in my way. Seemed to work well there.

It's all a matter of picking the profession that best suits you.

 

Used to not like the rats so much. Not when they were a foot long and lived under my shed. Then the girlfriend bought a couple as pets. They're actually kind of fun now so long as they don't eat anything expensive.
As for the pest variety, simply moving the birdseed and dog kibble to sealed bins pretty much solved that. They're only interested if there's free food.
My gosh we're getting off topic.

 

There was a topic?

Where?

 

Jungle rats,-- My missuses dad eats em,- well he used to when he was alive. RIP,-- it wasnt the rats that killed him, too many boiled eggs apparantly.
Yes jungle rats, looks similar to the **** sucking variety but not. Quite nice really, I dont mean to cuddle I mean to eat.
Snakes too, he was quite good at serving up a nice snake stew. I am not sure if the variety of snake mattered that much. I dont suppose it would really, I mean you wouldnt call over the waiter and say " excuse me whats the snake of the day'.
Theres a nice little snake resteraunt in Wanchi in Honk Kong. They will kill and skin it in front of you, boy it really wiggles and skuirms when he rips the skin of it. How do they kill it? The guy bites its head of with his teeth,--I kid you not, an evil looking guy with blood and snot all down the front of his shirt. Well I guess you would!!

Oh by the way they still wriggle and skirm even with the head off, A snake doesnt die till the sun goes down.

I just thought Ide mention that i found a fabulous Python in a stream a while back. It was trapped in a net that some idiot had discarded ( probably to catch Pythons) any way he was about 8 foot at least and a bit of a handfull to get the net from his head. He was'nt too friendly as he was wild. He was greatfull for the rescue though, he went straight back into the stream and swam off.
Mmmm im getting hungry, Mc Donalds opens at 10am!!

 

Actually, for rats the field varity is more delicious and clean do try it, I did. The last time I was in Thailand I did try the snake, the non poisonous is plain do try the venom type, the poison add blood and some local moonshine does make you warm and fuzzy. I do enjoy all the stuff you can get legally in third world.

Dog, cat, lizard, ..... Properly cook of course. I never did try human which I think is highly illegal LOL.

 

Heay Toot
What happened to that chick you were going to marry that was going to buy you a boat?

 

She didn't respond to my PM's.

So I guess I'm just stuck with my current girlfriend... not that I'm complaining.

 

Vestiges

Highly commendable volley of posts one and all! Absolutely pertinent.
Although, all the talk of bbq'd wild fodder has set my irritable bowel off.

Speaking of skinned tails. Our puddy tat came in one day dragging vestiges of its tail. A few vertibrae joined with pinky alien looking matter and wispy white tentrails sprouting out the end.I instantly wanted to put it out of its misery, but my missus made me take it to the vet and turn it into a manx.
Still makes me wince. Doesn't seem to have affected the cat.
Guess it not as painful as it looks.

Anybody rememeber Wal's "dog".Well we have a dead ringer of dog. Looks like dog, smells like dog,smiles like dog when lickin' Wal's fresh hung kill. (When Wal's asleep.) Have I digressed yet?

No, 'course not. Anyhow some useless cretin left this dog, our dog poppy,
"down the beach. Just abandoned. What a beauty dog, jeez, what a cretin.
Have I digressed yet?

We had just finished xmas dinner (last christmas) and were in the swing of things.My missus hollered with a tone reminscient of a mother with a mortally wounded offspring. (She was playing stick with the dog out back)
We were on the front deck laxing out,Poppy bolts up the stairs spewing blood like a fire hose out her mouth in big pulsating gushes all over the relly's and friends assembled.She weaves her way thru the group like its her last dash Immediately I figger if we dont stop that gusher shes a gonner.She is a border collie, with a touch of "mad as a meat axe" setter in her, even when shes calm. She has pure terror in her eyes, that wide eyed look. I crash tackle her, jamb her up against the wall and lock her mouth shut to try and block the spurter.
Shes passes out in my arms and her eyes roll back.I sayes "Poppy dont do this poppy you silly mutt", with tears streaming.
One very fast emergency vet trip, a tranfusion, and poppy is here today.
Damned fine bit of engineering, a heart, even with not much blood.
Bad timing poppy.

BTW....we found that tail (pelt) in a pile of lumber under the house. Cat must have bolted along the stack & caught its tail between to pieces in a wedge
and decided it would rather lose it than be devoured my the unknown monster lurking under the pile.
Dangerous place our yard.
Idiot enuf?

 

Technically,yuor complaining about threads that have nothing to do with boat design,but hey,this is the first ive found!

 

Could you be more specific?

 

Me?no,not really.