17 May 2014

Revenge of the Vermin


Oh dear. 

Mama Rat had a brood. Three, to be exact, who have decided that my house is where the good stuff is. To that end, they are squeaking and sniffing and clawing the doors to get in.

This will not do.

Pete is fascinated. He keeps saying "This!", which is his way of asking for something to be identified. Rat, I say. Rat. He's the one who spotted it, climbing the bars. Needless to say, he lost all interest in lunch. "Hi!" He waves. 

Oh dear. 

I went out to find my dog. She was sheepish. "Come on, get it!" I say, pointing them out. She lay down in the sun to sleep.  

This will not do.

could see it was up to me. I put out my "humane" mouse trap, hoping it will trigger, since they are small. They ignored it, at first. But eventually, the salty scent of peanut butter was too much for one. Pete jumped when the trap went off...then watched it thrash until I scooted his high chair away from the window and tried to get him to watch TV. He is looking over his shoulder now, mouth full of grilled cheese, saying "Ow." 

Oh dear. 

One down...two to go.

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