Thursday, January 28, 2010
I have a rat!!!!!! I hate rats. Mice are no problem. In the 4+ years we've had Charlie (he's a brown, spotted tabby, I rescued from the brink of death), Lucy (she is a tortie, tabby mix, I rescued from the brink of death 7 years ago) and Lily (she is a gray with faint tabby stripes, I rescued from an unknown future 6 years ago), there have been 17 mice that have met their doom. Hey, I live in the country, surrounded by corn fields. What do you think happens when the corn is picked? Mice move to warmer digs. They eyeball this house and think, 'Wow, smoke coming from the chimney, must be warm in there.' When they are stupid enuf to get in this house, their fate is sealed. So, back to the rat. I bought a rat trap. Put peanut butter on it, but, couldn't just put it outside. Cleo would lose her tongue. So, I have this plastic garbage can with a large hole in it. Guess what chewed the hole. Anyhow, I set the trap and gently put it down in the can next to the ^&*%^&* varmint's hole. It slips, SNAP! peanut butter is all over the inside of the can. Repeat, SNAP! I do it a third time and quietly put the lid on. Keep your fingers crossed, I hate rats.