OK…here’s the deal. I am not afraid of mice. When I see one I don’t scream and jump on the nearest piece of furniture; however, I don’t care to share tent space with them. S put up some pictures of my Toffice (Tent/Office). It is a great space out of the options that one might have while deployed. In this great space…there are creatures. I can hear them when I am in the Toffice at night reading or typing on the computer. I hear them crawling around and scratching on things. Sometimes I hear them trying to make a nest or something. I can’t always find them but I know they are near.
One of the chaplains that recently left told a story of trying to off the little creatures. Apparently he got so disgusted because he never could get to the end of them that he decided to befriend them instead. That’s right, they became his pets. He told a story of how he would leave some cracker crumbs and a water bottle cap with some water in it up on the corner of his desk so that they could come and feast whenever they wished. I listened to his story and honestly thought nothing more about it until I was sitting at his desk using his computer and up crawled a mouse onto the corner…stopped and looked at me for about three seconds…then he ate some cracker and got a drink before climbing back down the back of the desk. I thought to myself, this is unusual, this cannot continue.
I am not intentionally feeding the mice in my tent. I have learned that they love peanut butter; however, sometimes they are graceful enough to lick it clean off of the trap and walk away. I know this because I watched him do it. I sat in my chair holding the digital camera and made a movie of what I thought would surely end badly for the mouse…nope. He licked the sucker clean and crawled away. I set the trap again and back he came within 2 minutes…licked it clean again and left. I thought I saw him wink at me. That is when I learned that a peanut smashed into the jaws of the trap is much harder to get out and requires the mouse to bite and tug. These mice are making me get smarter.
I don’t know if I will end up like my previously mentioned chaplain brother…maybe I too will grow weary of beating them and simply join them. As for now, I am a man on a mission. 13 and counting, Baby!