Colleen has
started calling me Wile E. Coyote whenever talking about our rat problem. I
must admit that the idea of painting a fake tunnel to trick the rat is becoming
quite appealing.
In the
ongoing saga of our attempts to get rid of Donald, the rat living in our house,
we last left off with Donald regularly eating poison hidden in peanut butter on
crackers in our closet. When that failed to get rid of him, we switched
poisons. A week later, going on the hunch that we might not be getting a high
enough dose of poison into the rat, we crushed the poison pellets, mixed them
with the peanut butter, and put that in the closet on a plastic lid.
Donald has
been steadily eating it for a week, but he should have been dead by now if he
was getting a lethal dose. So, in an attempt to gain a better understanding of
our enemy (and in connection to a vague scheme involving dropping a bucket over
Donald while he’s eating from his dedicated food source), I set up a camera in
the closet.
We now have
video footage of our unwelcome guest – he showed up around 11:00 last night,
after everyone had gone to bed. Here’s what he looks like:
It’s hard
to tell in the picture, but he’s about 10 inches long, not including his tail,
and 4-5 inches tall. Until now, we had been assuming (well, hoping) that Donald
was a somewhat smaller rat, when it turns out he’s actually as big as Templeton (who I actually saw in person). In fact, there’s a good chance he’s the same rat a Templeton, which heightens
our suspicions that he is immune to poison. Either that, or he’s somehow smart
enough to know how much to eat to avoid a lethal dosage.
What’s
next? Well, we’ll likely try a new type of poison. Failing that, I just might
have to go through with my ridiculous bucket plan. Or, better yet, I could hang
an anvil in the top of the closet and, when he shows up, drop it on his head! Yeah, that should
work....
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