Retribution
The only thing worse than having weak Kung-fu is not having any at all. Our ham-handed attempt at mouse eradication has exploded in our face. I clearly lack the Home Improvement Ninja's prowess and skill. Perhaps if I spend five years hauling buckets of water to the Ninja Fortress from the Potomac, he will deem me worthy to learn his ninja skills.
Clearly we missed a few of the interlopers in our impromptu orgy of poison, cats, and bludgeoning. Once the survivors recovered from our fearsome onslaught, they spawned a diabolical plan of hate fueled retribution which they sprung right under our noses.
Do you know why my wife's VW has taken to randomly leaving us on the side of the road? Or, why the doors lock at random intervals? Or, why the dash-lights periodically suffer from epileptic seizures? Mice were living in the VW's dashboard for a time, and, during their tenure, they stripped nearly every wire and bits of electronics there. In addition to the mental and emotion anguish, this also cost over $500 to fix if you count the tow truck as part of the expense.
Three dead mice vs. $500. Who do you think won that little exchange?
Mice of the world: I hope wild beasts feast upon your entrails you little bastards.
Clearly we missed a few of the interlopers in our impromptu orgy of poison, cats, and bludgeoning. Once the survivors recovered from our fearsome onslaught, they spawned a diabolical plan of hate fueled retribution which they sprung right under our noses.
Do you know why my wife's VW has taken to randomly leaving us on the side of the road? Or, why the doors lock at random intervals? Or, why the dash-lights periodically suffer from epileptic seizures? Mice were living in the VW's dashboard for a time, and, during their tenure, they stripped nearly every wire and bits of electronics there. In addition to the mental and emotion anguish, this also cost over $500 to fix if you count the tow truck as part of the expense.
Three dead mice vs. $500. Who do you think won that little exchange?
Mice of the world: I hope wild beasts feast upon your entrails you little bastards.
posted by John | 5:29 AM
6 Comments:
That happened to my friend who lives on a farm up near Camp David, except it was groundhogs. With big teeth chomping through essential parts of his car. He is now a rabid groundhog hunter and is constantly trying to think of new ways to blow them to bits.
That recipe for phosphorescent rats is probably looking good right now, eh? At least you would be able to see them at night chewing on your wires!
My husband suggests putting mothballs under the
hood around the engine. You can put them in a old
sock and tie it in place. And in the case of your
wives VW putting some in the dash would be a good
idea. He said they don't see many mice that make it
into the dashboard. Mice or squirrels normally just eat the wires in the engine compartment.
Julie
Good Lord, I can't believe it...another mice-eat-VW story. My aunt's Beetle, in "storage" in her barn for 2 years after her death, was consumed by mice down to a metal hull, filled with ex-upholstery that had been mouse-cycled into nest fluff and poop. Is there something about VWs that is extra tasty to the murine palate?
Here in Joymany the problem is Martens (weaesel like bastards). They recommend putting those little plastic toilet disinfectant things in the engine. (You know the plastic box with the green toilet puck sort of things that you hang in the can).
Wow. I guess the moral of the story is small mammals and cars don't mix.
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