The Demise of Little Whiskers

It was a dark, steamy, dessert night and the light cast from the full moon above showed dancing shadows on the ground below. The air was clearing itself of sand and debris from a sandstorm that passed by only minutes earlier. As I walked back from chow, I heard it for the first time. A noise in front of me. Was it a snake? a scorpion? a rat? Who was to say. The batteries of my Mag Lite were running dry and the once bright light that shown from it was replaced by a single beam no brighter than a match lit in space. I made it back to medical and sat at my desk, finishing my day's work, when I heard the noise again, only this time, it was in the room with me - first out of my right ear, then my left. Suddenly, my Corpsmen in the other room yelled, "Holy Sh*t!". As I sprang from my seat my heart was pounding, ready to face the insurgents that had obviously broken the perimeter defenses and made it past the guards out front. What my eyes saw I could hardly believe - 2 mice jumping on each other having sex in the corner of the room. Then we heard a noise, and a 3rd mouse raced accross the room, stopping only momentarily to look at us and laugh. A second later - another noise, and a 4th foe was scaling the wall! I've never seen anything like it before. Moments later, a 5th mouse! They were coming out of the woodwork and running rampid in Medical!

We knew what we had to do. My Corpsmen started to make booby traps out of string and wooden blocks, but after a day of trying to capture one with this method, we gave up (all of the traps were deployed with no catches. They scored 3 points!)

Day 2 came and we hunted down mouse traps, but all we could find were giant rat traps about 1 1/2 feet long each. We used all the Peanut Butter that the relief people had sent us to bait the traps and waited......one by one, we heard them....snap....SNap.....SNAP! And as we jumped up from our chairs with glee to see what we had caught, each time we saw the same - nothing. The metallic part that snapped over was so big that it snapped over the tiny mouse completely! All Little Whiskers had to do was duck!

Day 3, and no kills. Tonight we were ready. We thoroughly cleaned the entire shop, getting all debris and hiding places off of the floor, giving them no place to hide. Then we set the rat traps again and waited with bats and guns in hand for 'The Noise'. We knew it would be when we least expected it, so we tried to stay sharp. We waited and waited, then the couple came out. One went straight for the rat trap. SNAP! Dead! The other tried running accross the floor, but my Corpsmen wacked it and it was stunned. It rolled itself onto the rat trap to try to kill itself and put itself out of misery! SNAP! Dead!

Victorious and Triumphant, we marched out of medical with our game in hand, took it to the bus and attached it to the windshield wiper so that the bus driver would drive all around base and let every mouse know not to mess with the Ugly Angels or they would face a certain demise!