Nature Log:
After putting abundant sticky traps all over the house I started to become connfident that my problem would finally be sloved and nature and I could once again live peacefully. After a half good night sleep I awoke with enthusiasm at the thought of chucking the mice over the back fence but was extremly dissapointed to find that the traps, though moved, remained vacant.
To get the thought out of my head for a while I accompanied a friend to the corner market with the intention of quenching my increasingly annoying thirst and bouncing ideas off of her to gain clarity. It wasn't until I shouted in the middle of the store that "Real friends risk the chance of Rabies!" that I recieved the weird look giving away the fact that the mice must have gotten to her before I did. I began to sweat but didn't blow my cover that I knew. Then she did something unexpected. She bought me my ten shot espresso coffee so that I could regain my strength. After deliberation I have decided that she has not turned, but am watching her closely.
I have started to reconsider plans for more aggressive tactics. After mulling over the information regarding foam sealant the answer became clear. I have now located a proffesional pair of infrared goggles and my best winter fur. The plan is to sit silently disguised in a dark room decorated with various gormet cheeses while steadily holding a shot gun. I remain opptimistic.
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