Moose Country Minute – December 23 2017

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‘Twas the night before Christmas — almost — and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

This is not true, of course.

If you own a cottage, or have a home out in the rural wilds, mice are everywhere right now.

They’re smart little buggers.

Long before the big winter freeze took hold, they had already found ways to get their bodies into warmer environments, and can make themselves downright skinny if they find a hole into your home or cottage that is no bigger than the circumference of a dime.

If you have a wood room in your place, which we did when we lived on the shores of Baptiste Lake, near Bancroft, you might as well surrender to the mice.

They came in with the wood. How? I have no idea.

I just know they did.

During the winter, I gave up on humane traps. You know, the kind of traps where mice are captured alive so they can be released into the outdoors.

But what is more cruel? Sorry, bad English. What I should have said is what is crueler? Tossing mice out into a minus-30-degree cold of winter, or killing them instantly with a tried-and-true spring-fueled killing machine.

Exactly.

And, oh yes, by the way, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.