I still have Washoe Valley mice multiplying in my glove compartment. In my first trap attempts, I used peanut butter or sharp cheddar cheese. However, they cleverly learned to delicately remove my bait without triggering the device.
My higher education came into play. I mixed my peanut butter bait with sticky honey (patent pending). The sweet mixture still drew the mice to the trap, but no way were they able to dislodge the morsel without triggering the lethal action.
It got me thinking of all the times a form of honey drew me to traps that resulted in painful consequences. Early on, the temptation of pretty girls and Scotch and sodas trapped me into prickly situations. A bit later, the sweet honey of making a fast buck led me into nasty financial traps.
With age, I’ve learned to be wary of honey just sitting there for the taking. Often, it turns out to be a trap.
Pack lessons