

Assorted anecdotes in the life of Lord Runolfr Orthlokarr Ulfsson, a fencer, dancer, and brewer in the Society for Creative Anachronism.
Lately this has turned into more of a cooking blog, though.
The weapon of choice was a standard snap-trap. Beats the heck out of a glue trap -- I don't want the little vermin to die slowly of thirst. Let me assure you that the snap trap killed the little beggar instantly; I saw the damage.
The bait? Chocolate syrup. It's like mouse crack, and there's no way for them to get it without disturbing the trigger.
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