I don't know why I have to be the one to always find the dead rats under the stove...
but at least we know the glue traps worked.
This is the second time I've been fiddling with the tray under the stove, pulled it out, and said "hmm... what's that?" At least this time I knew to expect it to be a dead rat. The first time I just thought it was one of Bill's toys. I almost puked that time. This time I found it a wee bit more interesting. Also this time it was merely the fluffy fur left behind, and a few dead flies too. Last time I could see bone. I think this rat was hairier. No less disgusting though, really.
I guess this answers the question of why we never saw him again after that day we plugged the holes and put out the glue traps. I suppose we should have looked for a carcass earlier. I'm just glad there was no smell. Of course, maybe that's why Bill lived in the kitchen for a while. HE could smell it. I need to work on his communications skills. There's got to be a way for him to tell me "Mom, there's a dead rat under the stove." or even more importantly, "Mom, there's a LIVE rat under the stove."
I hope, with the steel wool in place, that it won't be needed again. But I think maybe we should put a few more glue traps out, just in case.
I love city life.
Oh, and while it's true that I find the DEAD rats, Matt will probably point out that he's the one that chased the live baby rat across our living room, trapped it, took it outside and beat it with an old frying pan (that then got tossed out). That was probably a wee bit more horrific. Though at least at the time he thought it was a mouse. It wasn't.
This is the second time I've been fiddling with the tray under the stove, pulled it out, and said "hmm... what's that?" At least this time I knew to expect it to be a dead rat. The first time I just thought it was one of Bill's toys. I almost puked that time. This time I found it a wee bit more interesting. Also this time it was merely the fluffy fur left behind, and a few dead flies too. Last time I could see bone. I think this rat was hairier. No less disgusting though, really.
I guess this answers the question of why we never saw him again after that day we plugged the holes and put out the glue traps. I suppose we should have looked for a carcass earlier. I'm just glad there was no smell. Of course, maybe that's why Bill lived in the kitchen for a while. HE could smell it. I need to work on his communications skills. There's got to be a way for him to tell me "Mom, there's a dead rat under the stove." or even more importantly, "Mom, there's a LIVE rat under the stove."
I hope, with the steel wool in place, that it won't be needed again. But I think maybe we should put a few more glue traps out, just in case.
I love city life.
Oh, and while it's true that I find the DEAD rats, Matt will probably point out that he's the one that chased the live baby rat across our living room, trapped it, took it outside and beat it with an old frying pan (that then got tossed out). That was probably a wee bit more horrific. Though at least at the time he thought it was a mouse. It wasn't.