A few years ago we had a problem with ants, the problem being that we didn't want to share our home with them, so now we pay for regular exterminator visits. To monitor whether any insects make it past the chemical wall o’ death sprayed around our house each month, the exterminator puts down glue traps and checks what’s collected on them during his visit. It's a very heartwarming experience.
The other day we discovered that one of the glue traps had been knocked outside of the garage. Tragically, a tiny little bird landed on it and got his wing stuck. Thankfully, he was already dead when we noticed him. I don't think we could have gotten him off the glue and the thought of him being alive while stuck is too horrible to contemplate. Since he was already dead, it made our suffering much less. But I digress. Ickily, there were also some other things stuck to the glue; dozens of flies which had landed to feast on the rotting bird. Serves 'em right.
I’m sure there’s a life lesson in there somewhere, but it’s probably far too disgusting to relate here.
2 comments:
Man! You are just a menace to the local wildlife, aren’t you?
I have a rather horrible story involving a glue trap, which then leads to a related story involving the broiler. I won't actually relate them here, unless your loyal readers demand them.
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