I sit in the living room and I hear noises. I lay in my bed and I hear noises. I brush my teeth in the bathroom and I hear noises. At first it was just in the living room coming from the fireplace. I thought that maybe I had a nice family of birds living in my chimney. Because the noise sometimes sounded 'like a chorus of little birdies'. Actually it was more like a fluttering. Then I thought -maybe it's bats- as the noise started to get a little scarier. But still I could live with that. I mean, what goes down must come up right? As the weeks go by the noises are really starting to freak me out. I am hearing them more and in more places of my home. Now I am certain I know the truth. I've got RATS. I hope they are cute like the one pictured here. I hope they are nice. I mean if I ever meet them face to face I hope we can be civil to one another, after all we are living under the same roof. It all comes down to this though. I really would rather not share my home with this form of rodent. To be completely honest I'd rather not share my home at all! I like having it all to myself. Pet free, animal free, rodent free. I need help! Any ideas at all about how I can get these guys to leave without actually looking into there beady little eyes and telling them straight up to get the hell out of my house. What do you think? Can it be done?
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Are you completely sure that its rats and not your imagination playing dirty little tricks on you? How do you think they gained access? You might just need to get a kitty, kitty!!!
You may need a couple kitty kittys.
Oh and I'd start charging rent, unless they can cook.
I expected the worst. I even packed some heat as I cautiously pushed the attic access hatch open. Maybe a Crossman 760 Pumpmaster isn't really considered...heat, but, it was with me to bolster my bravery in confronting the rodent King. Praise God, I had a faithful back-up...,the Brookster, as I entered enemy territory. Flashlights beaming, eyes focused (as much as can be expected through bifocals), the battle was joined. To our surprise, the nasty, furry, dreaded rodent did not show. Signs of his presence and activity seemed small. Possibly a much smaller enemy has caused such dread. We decided to follow the scriptural admonition for dealing with those who trouble us..."If your enemy is hungry, feed him..." (Romans 12:20). We simply left him a couple servings of some yummy green snacks...bon appetite! Let's see how he likes it. Dad
As Dad has said - it was not as bad as it seemed it would be in my imaginative mind. The worst of it came in the form spiders crawling from my shoes once the closet door had been opened.
Thats what I get I guess for having such an active imagination and REALLY good hearing!
Kitty Kitty's huh?
I have to admit that in the last 24hours I have given it a lot of honest to goodness thought. (they should make a tv show about it, my 24hr. mental battle that is) But there are just too many Con's to the 'should I get a cat' Pro's and Con's list.
Pro - they could very well fix my rodent infestation problem
Cons- they have to be fed and watered, they will want me to touch them, they will need a place to sleep, they will try to get in my house when I open the door, they have hair, they make whiny noises, they will die and I will feel bad, they will need to be nutured meaning I will have to take them somewhere in my vehicle and I might even have to give them medicine.
So what do you think? So the Pro's out weigh the con's???
And that's neutered not nurtured. Although there is an argument that they would need to be nurtured as well, and well, that's a con too!
yeah, but they purr when you pet them and gives you warm and fuzzies on the inside.
way to go Lone Ranger and Tonto!lol
Dad,
That was priceless!
Thanks for the laughs and the perfect word picture.
Kimberly
Let me tell you a little story. If you have a weak stomach please turn away because this story isn't for the squeamish. One day there was a little mouse who found a perfect new little home. Were he could run free all night (between the hours of 10p.m. and 4:45a.m.). Were he could fill he little belly with yummy chonga bagels and sweet desserts like espresso brownies and toffee almond bars. At the first signs of this little mouses arrival the humans did everything to thwart( to oppose and defeat, to keep from doing something) his attempts to make this place his home. They set traps with tasty peanut butter and some with the finest cheeses. But this little mouse was smart and worldly he knew oh yes he knew they were traps and not once got caught by the metal contraptions. So they got live traps were the little mouse runs in to get the food and does not come back out. At this point the mouse has made his stunning debut as The Mouse That Ran Through A Full Lobby. Know there was no way around it, they had to hunt it down and kill it. So 5 brave souls(after closing time) grabbed there weapon of chose. Some armed with buckets others with there brooms set of to fight. After 30 min. of tracing this fierce creature, hitting it a few times and finally over turning every piece of furniture in the vicinity this now, not so little but instead large hideous jumping, I might add, RAT had gotten away once again. It came time a couple of days later for a young barista (thats me) to restock the bathrooms. As she made her way into the mens room she new deep in her heart He would be there. And he was, were he had been seen time and time before, behind the garbage can sleeping. The brave barista ran to the back room to get her manager. Armed the both set out to make this the last encounter with the rat. Once the manager had entered the mens room the barista out side slipped the large piece of cardboard under the door to close the gap. But wait the cardboard didn't fill it all the way across. So quickly she put her foot there to cover the hole. She listened, she heard he's in here he's trying to get out as she looked down to see his head poke out underneath her shoe. She knew she could not let him go. It was now time for bravery. She applied pressure as he squirmed and wiggled underneath her. The manager came out and told her don't let him go. She replied I'm not as the rat would bend his body up toward her clawing and squealing. The manager started to stomp on his head but the rat still lived. There was nothing left to do but put his foot down and apply all of his 225 lbs. I don't think I will ever be the same. To this day I have trouble with going into the mens room.
That is discusting!!!!!!!! Yuck Yuck Yuck - I hope my rats (mice) leave before it comes to that!
Janeen, If you don't want a Kitty we have cute puppies!!
I've thought about that too, but I just don't think animals are right for me. It really wouldn't be fair to them. Although Brook would LOVE it.
BBH- I am surprised and pround that you stood your ground and didn't let the big fat rat get away. Do you want come over and go rat hunting with Dad sometime?
This has officially become the funniest post to date!!!
Thanks to all the hilarious contributors that have made me come very close to peeing myself!!!
So my big fat hairy house guest - who has by far out stayed his welcome - decided to run a 12 hour marathon up in my attic last night.
He kept on ramming his head into something metal or tin up there and then would squeal like a little girl.
Sounds like he ate something he shouldn't have.
So, I gave this some good thought last night and I have come to the conclusion(sp?) that you must get a cat! If not for you and your mouse issue then for the brookster.
Now, to help break you in and the mouse I suppose. I want you to go buy a Stuffed animal cat, set him up in the attic and see how it goes. If in a week the mouse hasn't eaten the cat, and you are not thowing the cat outside cuz it's anoying, then I think you should look into a kitty.
Wouldn't that be considered cruel and unusal punishment for a poor innocent (stuffed) feline?
I think the answer lies in the surrounding territory. The neightbors! The neighbors need to get a cat that I can borrow on occasion. They can feed him sporadically so he is hungry enough from some rat tail.
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