Lost cause. You lose 'em on the dialect at the first curve. It's like doing the Chaucer one. Quite similar, matter of fact - 18th cent Ayrshire Scots is surprisingly similar to 14th century London English dialect.

It was a relatively isolated dialect of Northern English (not Gaelic!), which didn't go thro some massive changes in pronunciation that marked English elsewhere in the island during the 15th-16th centuries; that's one reason why people whose native dialect is Lowland Scots have an easy time picking up the pronunciation of Chaucer. Of course, they have a harder time picking up the various US dialects, unless they grew up in the US from near-infancy, which is why I still have a funny foreign accent to my students here. Life.

Another spotted today.

This is war.

Glue traps work pretty damn well. The bonus being, when all the other meese see the prolonged suffering of their buddy/bro/sister/cousin, they are likely to vacate the premises immediately. However, for best results and optimization of this technique one must leave the pastey footed critter exposed for some duration. But that's not a big deal, they're then rather easy with which to keep track.

I need to buy more traps. The ones I'm using are evidently no good... The mouse manages to take the food without getting snapped. Even smearing sticky food doesn't always work. I've managed to get my finger trapped though, so they're not all useless.

I thought his name was "robot bunns."

Robot Bunns - Robert Burns...? How could you? There'd be only one /r/ in the first name, none at all in the last name, and they're definitely pronounced quite clearly. Arrgh....


See what I mean about losing them on the first curve? I despair. How could they ever sympathize with the "wee, sleekit, cow'ring timorous beastie," under those kind of dialect misapprehensions...?

Just as I started into reading this thread, I heard a mouse scuttling along inside my wall. I hear them sometimes at night. I used to catch them in traps in my basement, but I stopped. Guilty conscience. Bad thing to do if you believe in the dharma wheel.

As an old biker friend of mine once said, ominously, "What goes around comes around." I see Eddie's heard that one too.

and after you kill it you are to find the Whole it chewed through to get inside if not more will be around...Kisses

I've just been camping, and we woke up to find a rat in our tent. We called it Rupert, but kicked him out pretty speedily.