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RATS!!

We have rats in the house again and have been laying traps for them. Rather unsuccessfully, I might add.

But this morning we hit the jackpot. I heard the trap spring just as I got up.

Then I heard struggling. The worst thing that could happen. No clean kill.

I came out and there he was on the floor--fallen from the high cupboard where they frolic. Struggling.

I gritted my teeth, got on my leather gardening gloves, pulled a plastic garbage bag and put him and the trap in the bag.

Out to the garbage in just my shorts—fast!

I whacked the bag on the side of the container hoping for the worst.

I didn't check it out; the coup de grâce. I hope it worked. I just couldn't do any more.

I have reached a point in my life where any animal's suffering just freaks me out.

Trapping for rats is getting near my threshold.

I know that this is not a humane trap. But the humane ones are so good that they don't work! The rats get to walk.

A guy told me that he uses the sticky pads and the rats get stuck. That is the worst. I can't even write about that without cringing. I am surprised that you are still reading about it!

Soon, we will seek other remedies. Especially if I get another botched job or there is more trouble too long with the rodents.

There is a guy called the 'Rat Master' who is in the phone book. His ad says 'Had enough?'.

Almost. Yes.

What do you suppose the Rat Master does? Put their little feet in shackles and bind their teeny hands with string? Then give them a working over? Rat B&D?

Does he keep on with the exquisite pain until they have 'had enough'?

Bad jokes. I am sorry. I am trying to divert my mind from the poor little rat that I found this morning.

But it is them or us. Down to that.