I set out the trap again but after several hours got nothing. I was outside late by the fire so decided it wouldn't be cruel to leave it overnight as long as I check it first think in the morning, which I did.Well, hello, Mr. Mouse. I didn't expect to see you. Just an ordinary mouse got trapped for a time, but he had a feast of peanut butter for his trouble. It wasn't inside so I really paid it no mind and took it to the compost bin area to let it go. I had the trap sitting on the bin and when I opened it the little squeaker ran straight forward down the lid of the compost bin and off the edge, his momentum bouncing his little body off the fence. I'm sure he'll be okay.
After this there was still a little peanut butter in the trap so I set it and put it back. When I came out later the ants had found it, so I hosed off the whole thing to get it all cleaned up and set it in the sun to dry. A couple hours later I re-baited it with peanut butter and set it up again. The second time I went to check on it I saw from inside it had been tripped, but could not see what was in it. When I went outside it was Mr. Chipmunk. Probably the same one, but can't be sure. Hello again, Mr. Chipmunk, shall we go for another walk?
This time I took him down to the bike path to the right, crossed the bigger road and kept along the bike path, veered off to the left and across a footbridge that goes across another arm of Starkweather Creek, and then about 50 feet further down a path. There, I let him go. This is about twice as far as I took him last time, which I should have went farther. Starting my walk back, I took a picture from there and you can see it is a very clear area with shelter and water so he could do just fine there.
If you come back, Mr. Chipmunk, you will get a ride in the car.
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