So, we've been having a little rodent problem here in Georgia.
A couple weeks ago, a guest saw a rat in the kitchen. I kind of discounted it, but, discovered some evidence and trotted out a couple of traps to catch the little guy. With two dogs, hiding places that the sleeping idiots (the dogs) wouldn't stumble on and injure themselves are at a premium, but I found one.
At the same time, granma had rotator cuff surgery and was staying with us (and her two dogs, making four) and sleeping in our recliner to recover. One night, we're watching a movie, and we hear a "bang." It's one of my traps going off, and there's a rat, free of the trap, but, obviously incapacitated. Well, suddenly, the two women are all compassionate for this not-dead cretin. He hadn't gotten himself snared in the trap, but I boxed him up and took him outside to whack him and put him out of his misery. Well, when I opened the box to smack him (oh, for a gun!), he had recovered enough and sped off into the darkness. Drat!
Now, Amy is going to to stay at granma's for a few days as she recovers at home, but, I am thinking, ok, rat gone. All is well. Except, one night I am enjoying "24" and I hear a racket from under the stove, and I turn around, and there's a big ole rat and I in a Mexican standoff. Either he has a friend, or he's back. Amy's still staying with granma and one morning I come downstairs and I have a little blood trail. I check my traps and sure enough, one's tripped, but he someone freed himself, or was injured in the process. At this point, without telling Amy, I decide to supplement my traps with a couple of glue traps. I had been forbidden to use these, as they were inhumane. But, hey, she's at granma's and won't be the wiser. Can anyone, please, tell me, the plan is the RAT ENDS UP DEAD, since when do I have a responsibility to be humane? I have a responsibility to KILL him.
This past Friday, Amy's back for good, since granma is able to take care of herself pretty much on her own now, and she notices the glue traps. She's not happy, but, I am like, hey, gotta catch the little rat, and he's evading the real traps.
So, this morning, at 7:30, we're awakened, as usual, by whining dogs (pee time?). Amy is kind enough to let them out and she hears squirming under the piece of furniture I have my rat gauntlet (2 glue traps, 2 traditional traps) under. She's all mad, because she thinks this rat has gotten itself caught in the glue trap and is suffering, so I am summoned, to finish it off.
Turns out, the little moron got whacked by the regular trap and was just finishing up his death throes (this is probably what got the dogs up, of course, they didn't have the energy to do any real investigation). The trap had flipped and landed in the glue trap beside it. So, I have a rat caught in a trap caught in a glue trap. It's actually funny. Not to mention that when I go to get my reusable trap unstuck from the glue trap, I get my gloves caught in the glue. haha.
Keeping a long story long, rat's gone (confirmed dead). Hopefully he has no more brothers, but I have a glue trap and a regular trap still waiting for them....
What's your best rat story and what do you find the most effective way to capture these disgusting little creatures?