[Elspode]

At one of my previous jobs, the boss was totally enchanted by alternative mouse-ridding technology. My favorite was a plastic ramp which you were supposed to hang off of the edge of a wastebasket. The ramp ran to the floor. At the top of the ramp was a flexible "diving board" type thing upon which you'd put the bait. When the mousey type victim ventured out onto the flexible piece, it would fall into the wastebasket.

We never really asked what happened to the mice that fell in, although we were led to believe it worked as a trap. Then, one day, one of the office staff comes in the front door with an odd look on his face, saying "What's the deal with the frozen blue mice out on the lawn?"

Seems that our shop foreman had come in early and found his wastebasket filled with four mice courtesy of the boss's trap. He didn't want them in there, so he reasoned, like Slang, that it was cold enough outside that they wouldn't last long, and they didn't.

He didn't really have a good explanation for why he had spray painted them blue beforehand, though.