"Killing Granola" - The Aftermath

A week had gone by and no physical evidence of the alleged guerrilla warfare fighter, Granola. The mental evidence was there, I knew he lingered in the cupboard. Not actually in the cupboard but in whatever crack he came out of to make his swift strikes against the snack pile. The supply chain of his favorite targets had been abolished, as did other potential targets. In the same manner in which Lincoln won the Civil war, I too was going to win this war. Take control of the supply lines and force the enemy to fight on your terms, your battlefield. Without the supplies of what was actually needed to fuel this monster, then alternate resources would have to be located. A place to refuel, rearm, and think things out is what Granola seeked and that is what Granola hunted. A quick, snatch and grab on a previously undiscovered bag of chocolates was one source of inspiration for Granola. It kept the fires burning, gave him hope that more of that sweet smelling chocolate would be available to take and conquer. The initial attacks were made on Chocolate chip Granola bars so it was a no-brainer and that taste and that smell is what kept him on the offensive all this time. Little did Granola know, that was bait. Bait to see if he was indeed still on the loose in this territory. Bait to feed him into thinking it was gonna be okay. It wasn't because he struck so quickly after the initial removal of previously mentioned supply lines. It was the setup of setups, and it worked. After the immediate disposal of all things Chocolate and whatever simply packaged consumables were available that might entice him into taking a bite, all that was left was traps. And traps we had plenty of in the target area. Traps of all sorts; snappers, twisters, glue boards all baited with that enticement, Chocolate chip granola bars. Clever rascal figured out the glue boards as evidence showed that he got on in an attempt to get that crunchy granola centerpiece, but evidence also showed that he got off. Hair and excrement left behind to let me know that he got away. Sort of a nice try..buddy. If the gloves weren't off before that point, they surely were now. That's when we used the bag of chocolates as bait and that is when Killing Granola came full circle, literally speaking. The twisters I speak of, are circular traps with a simple area to bait located on the bottom. You load it, twist the trap and it sets in place. When the unsuspecting vermin of the sort that is Granola himself goes inside, it triggers the trap and in a guillotine type manner, the assailant is subdued, decapitated, and defeated. Two twisters set in a locale that had been previously let be after an initial attack, four snappers dispersed evenly throughout the flow of the room and a couple of glue boards. Granola fell for the twisters, a pleasant little cave with the sweet smell that he yearned for as he was undoubtedly hunting. I knew it when I walked into the kitchen. It could only be one thing, the smell of death; the smell of victory; the smell of Granola. A worthy adversary who went to the well to many times.