Mighty Hunter...

To understand why this is so funny for me, you have to understand a couple of things.

1) My husband is from New York, and is not really comfortable with killing small game.

2) When a snake was in the yard a couple of years ago, I was the one that went out with a shovel and had to kill the silly thing. He wouldn't have anything to do with it, and in fact, a day after it was dead and covered in ants he swore it was blinking. Nevermind that the head was seperated from the body...

3) We live in a new house, in a new development, and have mice in the area...

Ok, now that the preliminaries are covered, let me continue by informing you of the "glue traps". Inside the garage, there are glue traps that little critters get stuck on. Yea! That means they aren't in my house. However, since it's glue, they can live for days. and days. and days. Yuck.

So, I don't like it, and have told Doug to take care of it. His glue traps, his mice. So, the mighty hunter emerges...

He stalks his prey with a hockey stick...(No, I'm not kidding) He sneaks around it, takes careful aim, and WHACKS it on the head. Now the mouse is dead, and the mighty hunter does the victory dance. (the dance consists of putting the dead mouse in a wal-mart sack and putting it on the porch until trash day)

The mighty hunter has gotten to practice his skills and hone his craft lately, and has even had help in his hunt - Addison has become involved. She will go out and sniff the fresh kill, and although I'm sure she would like to lick it at this point, she's not allowed to...by me. Yuck! Eventually, Doug would like to train the dog to go out, pull the mouse off the glue trap, eat the mouse, and reset the glue trap. Wish him luck.