RIP Herbil

[Youngblood]

I just committed involuntary mouseslaughter.

About a week ago I noticed a mouse in the house. Largely because of the cool weather I figured. Saw his skinny rodent self scurrying across the kitchen floor and thought, fook that, and set up 2 mousetraps.

Now I am all for pets, in fact, still have one gerbil on the go I recently got from a neighbor. He pretty much stays in his plastic trail cage, and is neglected prettyy bad, but hey...his existance isn't too horrible. Change his water regularly, his shavings, throw him the odd grape. It's forever trying to chew itself out....

Anyway, yea, so I set 2 traps that night cuz Fuk that, mice are mice and gerbils are gerbils. I gonna snap that fookin mouse's head in the trap, and that'll be that. So sure enough, I set my traps that night, one by the fridge where I saw him and another not far away, but yet out of sight so my dumb dog don't go sniffing around. And well, kersnap!

Very first night I catch em. Was there the next morning. His little head all squished in with a clean hit. Eyes still open reaching for the peanut butter covered bread. When, surprize!!!! haha sucker! And into the garbage he goes.

So yea.

About 20 mins ago I am walking through the dining room, and what do I hear? KERSNAP ! wtf?

Did I just catch another mouse? Was there 2? Is there maybe lots more. Geebus, I had totally forgot about that other trap.

And there he was. Not some skinny field mouse already hardened to nature's rough existance. Not my dumb dog. But dammit, if Herbil the gerbil didn't finally make his excape. And where did he go first? You guessed it.

Good bye little gerbil friend. Although we were never close, and your end was violent, and at my hands, I'll never forget the look of shock you left the world with. In surely your finest hour, your hour of escape...caught reaching for the peanut butter surprise.



RIP Herbil.

[Youngblood]

buncha short-attention spanned, unsympathetic so and so's.

[JazMerkin]

I guess the fact you don't seem so cut up about is why no one before me has commented.

But, still RIP, I know losing a pet can be an emotional experience.

[Spicoli]

Sorry to hear it YB .The feeling of guilt can linger a bit lol.....dont know why the lol but erm ok.Thing about traps is that you dont know if it will take them out clean,sometimes you catch them off...a leg or such and just sit there twitching.We had infestations all over the area post Katrina and it resembled the fields of a post Vietnam Cambodia,brutal.One that should never be used are the 'glue' traps.Just get stuck there and contorted for days.Just not cool.

As long as you brought the subject up,I'll reach waaay back for my own 'Hamsterside" incident.Pardon the geeyness.Not making this shit up so any similarities in name to current forum members is purely coincidental.

Was all of about 10 or 11 yrs old and living in Navy housing in San Diego.My very first Hamster was named....wait for it....Bilbo,was a huge fan of the series,cough.Anyway on a summer day I take him out to the side yard and let little dude run around.We had a cloth's line set up and had taken it down to set in cement over the weekend.So there it layed and next thing you know Bilbo scurries into one end of the metal pole.This thing was about 5 feet long and I run to the other side hoping he would run through.Time goes by,I wait,turn it up end and shake it...nothing and no Bilbo.After a couple of hours I get all freaked and start thinking of a rescue plan.Into the garage I go and look around in a franzie...a coping saw?A hacksaw?Maybe put a garden hose in one end and try to flush him out ?Well being so young,dumb and all about the immediate...I pick up my fathers small red hatchet.He had a massive amount of shite he brought home from Miramar Nas for the flight crews and his days over seas and thought it would be useful.....Going on a bit here.So there I am,by this time all crazy and frantic.I figure I'll cut right through the pole.So I start hacking away,clang,clang,clang and tons of racket.Manage to cut the pole but bend it even more.Just cannot get a clean cut and after a while just sit there,gave up.My old man pulls up about 6 pm and looks over when getting out of the car like WTFAsks what side he entered from, so he takes a broomstick with a glob of duct tape on the end....goes in about 2 feet and slowly feeds it back out a couple of times with nothing then....suddenly there is Lil Bilbo stuck to the stick ass first about the 4th try....blood globs in his ears,nose,mouth and dead as a doornail...just laying in the grass stuck to the stick.Was quite the shock and I basically turned the contents of his little skull into mush with the constant clanging in a haste to get him out.Pops tried to do the best "Its ok son,not your fault" but shite man for a 10 yr old I balled liked a fooking baby all night.Little guy had stuffed his mouth with so much feed as they do and had become stuck apparently.Well...that my story as far as compassion and ultimate dumb assidness meeting all at once.He must have been thinking I was one sadistic murderous bastard.Crazy what sticks with a guy after all these years ha.Have never told of that,ahh well.Need coffee asap.Rip Herbil...and Bilbo the hamster

[Youngblood]

In loving memory of,








*disclaimer: actual final resting place not exactly as shown.

[Gandalf]

Poor little bastard.....RIP Herbil.