Patty hasn’t read my yesterdays blog so she doesn’t realize that I have made her famous, everybody was on her side and nobody was on mine. We do have a problem with this mice killing thing though. She doesn’t like the traps that you have to set because she is afraid she is going to snap it on her finger, and the little sticky pad traps only work if she can find them after the mouse has died, because if he is still squirming around and squealing trying to get free she gets sick.

I guess the manly thing to do is get some shot shells for my 10-22 and shoot them when I see them run across the room. It would be easier and quicker with a pistol but I don’t own a pistol, but I think this is a good excuse to buy one. The shot shells for a 357 instead of a 22 would make it much easier to hit those running mice. Or better yet, I could buy a “Judge” and shoot them with a .410 shotgun shell. I would use number 8 shot so I wouldn’t put a hole in the floor. Yikes, I bet that .357 or the Judge is going to be really loud in our bedroom. I wonder if it is going to wake Patty up?!

I guess the intelligent thing is to buy a dozen traps and pretend that I am Jim Bridger the early trapper/ explorer. I might even try to skin a couple and see if I can tan their hides. A mice skin coat might look really nice on Patty.

Tomorrow I will get back to writing more spiritual stuff, though I am going salmon fishing tomorrow on the Colombia river so I might have to write about the big one.