Ding dong the mouse is dead...

Well, I did it! I killed the mouse. Actually he fell to his death. I was pulling something off of shelves, that if I put one more thing on it, it would probably fall. So today I tackled the heavy shelf. When I pulled down the first bundle of mags and papers the mouse fell straight onto the "sticky trap" below. It couldn't have been more perfect. He must have been caught in slumber. (Nice to know something can sleep in here.)
I had turned when I pulled down the stuff, so I didn't witness the actual fall, but I concluded that when it hit the ground it got a concussion. It looked dead.
In my happiness, I was flustered to try to figure out how to remove it, so I grabbed my frisbee, and moved the "sticky trap" (a flat piece of cardboard with stickiness on it) onto the frisbee, so that the weight of the mouse wouldn't collapse the cardboard during movement to the outdoors.
Once I placed it (the frisbee) on my front door step the mouse started coming to. Oh no, now the squealing started. Not mine, the mouse, silly. I quickly ran back in my room and grabbed by plastic bag out of my trash can and poured the "sticky trap" with mouse into the bag and tied it off. Whew, the task is complete.
Funny thing I didn't even know I still had a mouse! I thought it had escaped!
So, I rebaited all of my traps, laid out a new "Sticky trap" and opened up my latest snare, "moth balls". Sent to me lovingly by Skip with indifference toward my need.
I have been given inside scoop that moth balls keep the cobras out of your b-hut. I have a feeling they are going to keep me out of my b-hut. Boy do they stink. I only put out about 5, is that a lot for a 6' x 10' space? I rolled them into the dark corners under my bed and behind the fridge and the clothes locker.
Skip teases that they will act like salt licks for the mice, and that snakes don't smell. But since Skip doesn't have to live here, I am listening to the locals and taking every precaution necessary to keep my b-hut rodent free.