Oops. I never actually posted the end of the story.
Bronnie didn't short circuit herself, she was still alive and kicking, so my parents finally called the pest control guys again who popped glue plates under the fridge and said to call them once the mouse, ... well ... was on it.
Later that afternoon, dad was the first one home and he heard random squeeky, hissing and spitting noises. He tried to open the kitchen door and couldn't, because for some bizarre reason, Bronnie (who had gotten onto the glue plate in the meantime, ...) had freed herself from the trap and stuck to the ground right in front of the door. Aiyoo poor thing. We couldn't open the door for the rest of the night, but that's ok. I secretly like to believe that she went for the revenge P.O.A. and chucked herself in front of the door, so we could at least not open the door.
P.S.: she hissed forever on for about another 14 hrs until the guy came the next day and ruthlessly opened the door ... yes I refused to look at the aftermath!
P.P.S.: I have done some research in the meantime and it turns out that usually there is no poison on the glue, so I guess she was struggling away and never actually died from the glue. The guy did end up putting her in a plastic bag, so I suppose she may have suffocated? I don't want to know.
Bronnie didn't short circuit herself, she was still alive and kicking, so my parents finally called the pest control guys again who popped glue plates under the fridge and said to call them once the mouse, ... well ... was on it.
Later that afternoon, dad was the first one home and he heard random squeeky, hissing and spitting noises. He tried to open the kitchen door and couldn't, because for some bizarre reason, Bronnie (who had gotten onto the glue plate in the meantime, ...) had freed herself from the trap and stuck to the ground right in front of the door. Aiyoo poor thing. We couldn't open the door for the rest of the night, but that's ok. I secretly like to believe that she went for the revenge P.O.A. and chucked herself in front of the door, so we could at least not open the door.
May you rest in peace!
P.S.: she hissed forever on for about another 14 hrs until the guy came the next day and ruthlessly opened the door ... yes I refused to look at the aftermath!
P.P.S.: I have done some research in the meantime and it turns out that usually there is no poison on the glue, so I guess she was struggling away and never actually died from the glue. The guy did end up putting her in a plastic bag, so I suppose she may have suffocated? I don't want to know.
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