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So my next door neighbor just rang my doorbell and asked if I would help her get a mouse out of her house. I took my trusty card board box, and prepared to go mouse huntin'. Her cat had chased the mouse up the living room curtains to where it was perched in a fold of the curtain panel.
We got it to move and chased it from one side of the windows to another and moved both curtain and sheers away from the window. Armed with a cardboard box and a roll of wrapping paper we "encouraged" the field mouse into the box, flipped the flaps closed and took the poor little terrorized thing outside.
Hopefully, it will remember the two wackey women and one cat in hunting mode and leave her house alone. It kinda reminded me of the flying squirrel that my dad and I wrangled out of my parents house when I was a kid.
We got it to move and chased it from one side of the windows to another and moved both curtain and sheers away from the window. Armed with a cardboard box and a roll of wrapping paper we "encouraged" the field mouse into the box, flipped the flaps closed and took the poor little terrorized thing outside.
Hopefully, it will remember the two wackey women and one cat in hunting mode and leave her house alone. It kinda reminded me of the flying squirrel that my dad and I wrangled out of my parents house when I was a kid.
