Yeah, it's that time. I was at a friends house one night last week and he was doing an engine flip in the driveway and had the area pretty lit up and there were droves of field mice coming out the desert behind his property, scurrying right past our feet. Now I've heard one the last few nights in the house and the garage.
Last year this time, I set a trap by the stove. In the middle of the night, I'm awakened by this blood-curdling scream that went on for about a minute. Dog heard it, too, and woofed a bit. It was fukking weird. In the morning, the snap trap was gone. I couldn't quite figure it out, couldn't find the trap. About three or four days later, I'm kicked back in my recliner and I smell something. I tilted the chair forward and there it was. The trap snapped on that poor fucker right above its back legs and it dragged itself, with the trap, about 15 feet from the stove to the living room. All while letting out that blood-curdling scream.
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