The Blog From The Bog; Disjointed rants and ravings of a fluently foul mouthed, ex pat living in Co. Leitrim, here giving full rein to his own quirkiness. The character of " Ditch Shitter " having been forged, over years, on 'The Hunting Life' forum proved so strangely popular with enough people there, before I left, that their now constant drip of " Long time, no see; What ye up to? " notes has led me to answer them all, here.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Collateral Shrews .....
Poor little bastards. Four of them. Two under the sink unit. One in the Pest Room. One outside it, in the kitchen. I fuckin' Hate catching shrews. Most perfectly harmless little creatures there are. And the most perfectly useless too. Nothing will eat them. Don't know why. Never read of a decent explanation either.
Weird thing is, they're insectivores. So, what are they doing coming after my peanut butter? And, if they'll eat peanut butter; Who's to say they won't eat grain, wax, or what ever other formulation of Bait I might put down for my mice, instead of traps, look?
Anyway, I seem to have cleared up this latest incursion by the House Mice. Magpies enjoyed the treats. Maybe I'll get the tiny live traps out, next time? Never been happy about killing captives in those things either though .....
Shrews, eh? Some things all the Training, Manuals and even a life time of experience never quite gets round to covering the answers to.
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