A few years back, a friend, who currently lives in the wilds of Montana, was having a rat problem. It would poke its nose up through the heating vent and you could even see its little whiskers as it sniffed the air. My friend’s response was to throw his wife’s house slipper at it.
In the history of rodent abatement, this has not proven to be the most affective approach, albeit it is an admirable attempt. Said, rodent, proved to be quite the pest even chewing through the water line to the dishwasher as I recall.
The war was on, poison was left and within a short period of time the rat passed on. Unfortunately, it passed under the house and it turned quickly to an interesting smell of victory. Undaunted, my friend, armed with a bag of lime, went in full cleanup mode under his now rodent-free home.
The scream could be heard throughout the ‘hood’ when our hero encountered the now, dead rat, had died in an aggressive snarling type pose.
Apparently, on first inspection, the now dead rat looked very much alive and ‘pissed off.’ Lime was spilled, skin was burned and I decided at that moment, if any rodent ever decided to take up residence as a houseguest, pros would be called.
Currently, something is living in our crawl space. It makes its way through the heating ducts and our dog is in constant ‘hunt’ mode. Last night, Molly “The Wonder Dog” attempted to scratch through the indoor heater vent to meet our new resident ‘up close and personal.’ Our other dog, Kiara, sniffed the vent and crawled back up on the couch and returned to sleep. Kiara, or ‘Special K’, as we often call her, tends to take more of a Zen-type approach to rodents.
Molly tends to kill first and explain later…terrier search and destroy tactics.
I sit here now waiting for the pest control folks to call me back. I guess I have visions of what a ‘Pest Control Professional’ looks like. I imagine a 3-day beard growth, stained shirt and a cigarette butt dangling from a snarling mouth. I am struggling with this image currently. I was informed that ‘Debby’ would be calling me and somehow in my own stereotypical way expected someone named ‘Buzz.’
Oh, well more to follow later…
