For an hour this aftenoon I chased this chipmunk through my house. The little bugger ran from room to room as I ran behind it with a broom. I didn’t wanna kill it. I just wanted to shooosh him out the door. He ran under the couch, under my lazy boy, through the kitchen, the living room, the bedrooms and bathroom. Just when I had him cornered, he slipped by the broom and ran down the stairs into my basement. I couldn’t find him.
After a while I got tired of looking. So I poured myself a glass of wine and sat in my basement, watching. Quietly I waited. My plan was to shooosh the little rascal out through my garage. I waited, and drank wine. I sat, and drank for an hour. That’s when I decided to go to the hardware store and see what they had for traps. When I got back home, my wife was there.
"Hi. We have a chipmunk in the house." I told her.
"NO WAY. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? GET IT OUT OF HERE. WHERE IS IT?"
"Take it easy. It’s just a small chipmunk. It isn’t a panther."
"I DON’T CARE. GET IT OUT OF HERE.”
“I’m going to.”
"How will you get rid of it?"
"I’m gonna capture it“.
"How are you going to do that?”
I held up the new nifty trap I just bought. "With this." I said with a big smile.
"How much did you pay for it?" She asked.
"Thirty two dollars." I told her.
"ARE YOU COMPLETELY CRAZY? WHY DID YOU SPEND SO MUCH?”
"Take it easy." I told her. "This trap is the cats ass. Look, it’s called "The Little Game Hunter", it’s got all the bells and whistles. And see. It says right here. Guaranteed to catch your critter without injury."
"Remember?” My wife answered. “You’re the guy who has trouble catching mice with a mouse trap. Your crazy to spend that kind of money on a stupid trap for a chipmunk. Besides, you’ll probably hurt yourself setting it up.”
"Look." I said. “This baby comes with all of these instructions. I won’t hurt myself. And see. Lots of pictures to help me. This is the real deal trap. And look at the happy man on the box cover. See what he caught with his Little Game Hunter trap."
Anyway, my wife walked away mumbling and I headed down to the basement to set up my new Little Game Hunter.
I read the instructions and studied all of the pictures, but figured I missed something when my index finger got jammed in the spring loaded release. After I pulled my finger free and bandaged the cut, I managed to set the trip wire that released the pins to the bait tray.
I bought some real expensive cheese. I figured the better the cheese, the easier to lure Alvin into the trap. I reached into the trap up to my wrist to place a chunk of expensive cheese on the tray. That’s when the door slammed closed on my wrist. As the door slammed down on my wrist, the little vermin ran across the basement floor not more than five feet from me.
"That’s it you little S.O.B." I yelled as I tried to pull my stuck wrist out from the Little Game Hunter. I’ll get you.“
So the traps set...loaded with expensive cheese. I'll let you know tomorrow if I catch the little bugger.
After a while I got tired of looking. So I poured myself a glass of wine and sat in my basement, watching. Quietly I waited. My plan was to shooosh the little rascal out through my garage. I waited, and drank wine. I sat, and drank for an hour. That’s when I decided to go to the hardware store and see what they had for traps. When I got back home, my wife was there.
"Hi. We have a chipmunk in the house." I told her.
"NO WAY. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN? GET IT OUT OF HERE. WHERE IS IT?"
"Take it easy. It’s just a small chipmunk. It isn’t a panther."
"I DON’T CARE. GET IT OUT OF HERE.”
“I’m going to.”
"How will you get rid of it?"
"I’m gonna capture it“.
"How are you going to do that?”
I held up the new nifty trap I just bought. "With this." I said with a big smile.
"How much did you pay for it?" She asked.
"Thirty two dollars." I told her.
"ARE YOU COMPLETELY CRAZY? WHY DID YOU SPEND SO MUCH?”
"Take it easy." I told her. "This trap is the cats ass. Look, it’s called "The Little Game Hunter", it’s got all the bells and whistles. And see. It says right here. Guaranteed to catch your critter without injury."
"Remember?” My wife answered. “You’re the guy who has trouble catching mice with a mouse trap. Your crazy to spend that kind of money on a stupid trap for a chipmunk. Besides, you’ll probably hurt yourself setting it up.”
"Look." I said. “This baby comes with all of these instructions. I won’t hurt myself. And see. Lots of pictures to help me. This is the real deal trap. And look at the happy man on the box cover. See what he caught with his Little Game Hunter trap."
Anyway, my wife walked away mumbling and I headed down to the basement to set up my new Little Game Hunter.
I read the instructions and studied all of the pictures, but figured I missed something when my index finger got jammed in the spring loaded release. After I pulled my finger free and bandaged the cut, I managed to set the trip wire that released the pins to the bait tray.
I bought some real expensive cheese. I figured the better the cheese, the easier to lure Alvin into the trap. I reached into the trap up to my wrist to place a chunk of expensive cheese on the tray. That’s when the door slammed closed on my wrist. As the door slammed down on my wrist, the little vermin ran across the basement floor not more than five feet from me.
"That’s it you little S.O.B." I yelled as I tried to pull my stuck wrist out from the Little Game Hunter. I’ll get you.“
So the traps set...loaded with expensive cheese. I'll let you know tomorrow if I catch the little bugger.