On the way out the door to Wal-Mart, I asked my husband if there was anything he wanted me to pick up for him. "Yeah, mouse traps," he said. "And if there's a difference between the cheap ones and the more expensive ones, go with the more expensive ones." Ok. Buying mouse traps can't be too hard, right? Wrong.
Standing in the aisle looking at all the different ways to kill mice, I was overwhelmed. The pictures got me. Little mice laying upside down, gagging. Definitely not buying that one. Poor little mouse. Then it hit me--I was about to murder a mouse! Although I have no problem swatting flies (and find it strangely gratifying-- kidding), I suddenly had a conscience problem selecting a mouse trap. Here's where packaging definitely matters.
Check out this picture.
Doesn't that just tug at your heart? Even a little? To know you're the person buying this trap to do that to a mouse is a terrible feeling--even though the mouse did get into my bag of wheat. Revenge aside, I couldn't do it.
But in the end, I did. The covered lid convinced me. I wouldn't have to see the poor creature. What you don't know you can justify.
Once I got home, I read the reviews on Amazon. It sounds like the traps I bought don't really work that well anyway. My conscience feels better. But that doesn't solve the problem of the mice in the garage...
To get the job done right, I am sending my husband to buy the traps. It is, after all, a man's job.