CT (short for chicken thief) is at least 17 years old. He doesn’t see and hear as well as he used to. He sleeps in my garage. My wife saw CT’s roommate a couple days back. She said the rodent is big.
She also said she and the rat bolted in opposite directions when they saw each other. I’ve been giving CT’s roomate peanut butter every couple days in the hopes of catching it.
Since I haven’t seen it, I can’t tell if the mousetrap I’m using is big enough to how shall I say? Euthanize it? I don’t want the animal rights activists coming down on me for not giving it a painless lethal injection.
The trap shown in picture on left shows how overmatched my trap was. The one on the right was the one that finally did him in.
When I was kid in growing up in Malaysia, I remember following the Rat Patrol around when they came through my neighborhood.
The rat patrol was a team of men, usually ofÂ South Indian descent, who made their living catching rats.
They would place steel traps at the openings in the ground where these rats would burrow. Then they would burn a burlap sack and use a powerful bellows to force the smoke into the burrow system. The more the Rat Patrol caught, the more they got paid. If only I had a video camera or a camera when I was a kid, I would have immortalized these guys.
Well, it turns out CT had more than one roommate.
The 2nd large trap I set is missing. It better turn up somewhere or my wife will never set foot in our garage ever!