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Originally Posted by Gravdigr
Mouse turds in the silverware drawer.
Mouse turds.
In the silverware drawer.
Yeah, you gonna die, mouse. And not well. |
I'm a nice guy, I like animals, I preserve and defend spiders, etc. But there's a time and place for all god's creatures. Tiny wild rodents like that--pick a place, any place that is not *my place*. If you're in my house, you're dead.
I watched a big fuckin' rat waddle across the patio, help herself to a kibble from the dog bowl
(my bad, I intended to be humane to the dog outside all day, but nooooOOOOoooo), then scamper back toward the house.
'scuse me while I whip this out (reaches for mousetrap).
I checked the area near the house and found a likely place where the cover to the crawlspace could admit a rat... ok.. ok.. I baited and set the trap over by the dog food bowl, bowl gone now,
but one, yummy kibble left, COME AND GET IT!!!!!!
Spoiler alert--the rat dies.
I returned to the house and staked out the trap with the camera set to continuous. What follows is the death of the rodent.