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Dear AS comunity,
If you are faint of heart or have difficulties looking at shocking pictures DO NOT LOOK FURTHER! Log out, turn off the computer and never come back again! I have warned you and I will not be taken responsible for further troubles on your behalf.
Since you didn't want to listen, last chance to turn back, I will continue.
The house I live in is at least over 150 years old. So in this time the house has been remodeled a few times. This leads to the funny situation that I go over my terrace, which is on the second floor, into my attic. I know strange but that's the way it is. Since it is old we have some very nice vines climbing up on the outside. Very romantic in the sommer, a lot of leaves in the fall. We have a small garden where I get the exclusive rights to do what I want (until the better half complains I have to many different piles of firewood lying around and I have to go and clean up a little bit). I mean she has the terrace 80 square meters~861 square feet. What more could she want.
I think I'm getting carried away. So tonight I think "it is getting really cold outside(-5°C~23°F) so I better check on the bird feed." No problem I bought a small bag some time ago. Ah I remember, the same time I just happend to pass by my Stihl dealer and we had a quick chat and I stocked up on some bar oil. I got a 5 litre~1.3 gallon of dolmar bar oil at my Stihl dealer . He says it's excellent stuff so why shouldn't he sell it and it costs about 10€ less than the Stihl brand.
Now where was I? Ah yes on the way to the attic. So I open the door to the attic and go inside looking for the bird feed. Now where did I put that stuff? Ah there it is ......... now what is that? The plastic bag was torn open and all the bird seed husks scattered around.
I know I thought the same .... mice. It's easy for them to get up here and they must be equaly hungry so no problem I'll get a new bag tomorow (and pass by the Stihl dealer again ). I think I'll have to let out the cats some more but they don't like it this cold either. Oh well, Stihl dealer ..., ahh yes just when I think of it I have a few half filled containers of bar oil. I'll just fill them together in the old bar oil container. I mean who doesn't have a similar situation? Well I pull out the old bar oil container from the bottom shelf and the other semi little bit filled ones are standing around. So I'll clean up here a little bit so my better half is happy again.
WAIT A MOMENT! What was that in the corner of my eye?
My new bar oil container...... what is going on? Someone sure is hungry here! I am beginning to hate mice. So I check to be sure that no dead mice are floating around in my bar oil. Get another container, maybe I still have an empty one to fill in .....
WAIT A MOMENT! What was that in the corner of my eye?
My little tophandle, only a few months old turned to mice feed.
This means war on a grand scale! There will be no mercy, no parley, no negotiation of terms... It will be the END!
I need a mouse trap.
So my better half "no problem I have one, wait I'll get it." Me:"Since I don't know it and we have been together for over 10 years this has to be an old one." Wait a minute ..... I hope it is old. Because if it is old the spring won't be that strong anymore. So when it catches the mouse he will not die immediately. NO he will have time to recall all the wrong doings in his life and in the end he will realize his deeds and die. Yes yes yes I want the trap immediatly!
To add insult to humilation this is the way things go in life.
7
If you are faint of heart or have difficulties looking at shocking pictures DO NOT LOOK FURTHER! Log out, turn off the computer and never come back again! I have warned you and I will not be taken responsible for further troubles on your behalf.
Since you didn't want to listen, last chance to turn back, I will continue.
The house I live in is at least over 150 years old. So in this time the house has been remodeled a few times. This leads to the funny situation that I go over my terrace, which is on the second floor, into my attic. I know strange but that's the way it is. Since it is old we have some very nice vines climbing up on the outside. Very romantic in the sommer, a lot of leaves in the fall. We have a small garden where I get the exclusive rights to do what I want (until the better half complains I have to many different piles of firewood lying around and I have to go and clean up a little bit). I mean she has the terrace 80 square meters~861 square feet. What more could she want.
I think I'm getting carried away. So tonight I think "it is getting really cold outside(-5°C~23°F) so I better check on the bird feed." No problem I bought a small bag some time ago. Ah I remember, the same time I just happend to pass by my Stihl dealer and we had a quick chat and I stocked up on some bar oil. I got a 5 litre~1.3 gallon of dolmar bar oil at my Stihl dealer . He says it's excellent stuff so why shouldn't he sell it and it costs about 10€ less than the Stihl brand.
Now where was I? Ah yes on the way to the attic. So I open the door to the attic and go inside looking for the bird feed. Now where did I put that stuff? Ah there it is ......... now what is that? The plastic bag was torn open and all the bird seed husks scattered around.
I know I thought the same .... mice. It's easy for them to get up here and they must be equaly hungry so no problem I'll get a new bag tomorow (and pass by the Stihl dealer again ). I think I'll have to let out the cats some more but they don't like it this cold either. Oh well, Stihl dealer ..., ahh yes just when I think of it I have a few half filled containers of bar oil. I'll just fill them together in the old bar oil container. I mean who doesn't have a similar situation? Well I pull out the old bar oil container from the bottom shelf and the other semi little bit filled ones are standing around. So I'll clean up here a little bit so my better half is happy again.
WAIT A MOMENT! What was that in the corner of my eye?
My new bar oil container...... what is going on? Someone sure is hungry here! I am beginning to hate mice. So I check to be sure that no dead mice are floating around in my bar oil. Get another container, maybe I still have an empty one to fill in .....
WAIT A MOMENT! What was that in the corner of my eye?
My little tophandle, only a few months old turned to mice feed.
This means war on a grand scale! There will be no mercy, no parley, no negotiation of terms... It will be the END!
I need a mouse trap.
So my better half "no problem I have one, wait I'll get it." Me:"Since I don't know it and we have been together for over 10 years this has to be an old one." Wait a minute ..... I hope it is old. Because if it is old the spring won't be that strong anymore. So when it catches the mouse he will not die immediately. NO he will have time to recall all the wrong doings in his life and in the end he will realize his deeds and die. Yes yes yes I want the trap immediatly!
To add insult to humilation this is the way things go in life.
7