You may remember I posted about the rat customers who visit the bird restaurant? I paid attention to your various suggestions. The Col’s suggestion was probably the answer. A steel trap and peanut butter.
TL and I have a problem. Neither of us can actually kill anything (This, despite the fact that he was a licensed big game hunter, way back when! Thinking about, it’s probably the reason why.
We have been side stepping the issue. When I head off shopping, he says casually, “Pick up a rat trap”. “Sure” say I, then return empty handed, saying “Couldn’t find one”. I consider the killing of creatures to be his business. But I say nothing – and he has done nothing.
Meanwhile, I’ve been getting some great close ups.
And then we had a braai. Invited our neighbour (who is also our landlady).
It was a blast until Brutus decided to make his presence felt.
Landlady was not amused.
She has insurance against rats. (She has insurance against everything, me thinks).
We have been plagued by rat catchers, who have laid their traps everywhere. To no avail. They return weekly to remove dead rats. So far, they haven’t got one!
TL and I are merely interested observers :-).