
We've had our failures with these traps in the past. Once we placed peanut butter in the trap, hoping to entice inside for a snack the chipmunk or squirrel who was running sprints in our attic throughout the night. The next day, when we checked the trap, the peanut butter was gone, but the rodent was nowhere to be seen. (It had, however, left a note, asking for the chunky kind for its next meal). We imagined it lying on its back somewhere, belching and pounding its paw-fist in hysterical laughter.
In the past week our cats have caught and slaughtered three mice in the house. This is a disturbingly high number of kills and I suppose it's due to the construction taking place across the street.
Still, I think the rodents were sending me a warning this morning when the Hav-A-Heart trap so "mysteriously" tumbled down from the shelf high in the garage. It was kind of like finding a newspaper full of fish on my front doorstep. Like they were saying, "Get rid of the felines. Or else."
Threat? Or coincidence? You be the judge.