Man vs. Mouse (Continued)

Following on from the Man vs. Mouse escapades, I now need therapy.

Finding myself home alone on Sunday since DH was off at the Regional Fight Practice in MA beating other grown men with sticks, I was happily enjoying the quiet time to work on the last couple of scrolls I need to get completed for War of the Roses. Everything was moving along wonderfully, I had the artwork drawn out, calligraphy was flowing nicely with (remarkably) no spelling mistakes when all of a sudden I hear SNAP!

Being the sensitive soul that I am (or "tree hugging hippie" if you ask DH), I actively chose to ignore the visualization of what I had just heard. At least I tried to. The cats started foaming at the mouth as they tried to claw their way through the window and now all I could hear was something struggling around on the deck with the sprung trap in tow.

Out I raced, only to find a Chipmonk with its front paw now trapped after trying to swipe the Peanut Butter. I was horrified. He was terrified and the cats were chomping at the bit for a free play toy. Luckily I was able to get him free so that he could stumble off into the protective cover of my garden and regather his wits. He sat there trembling for a while before limping off under the deck.

Needless to say DH isn't allowed to use spring traps anymore, Have-A-Hearts only...