We have a new visitor, and I’m not referring to the cranky neighbor. We have a rat. Unfortunately, our house sits just above a sewer drain. In addition to that, we have a toilet in the basement bathroom, which needs a major renovation, which is empty. No water, just dry. It has become the entryway for this rodent to drop by. How do I know? I took a guess, and when Superman put a paint can on the lid of the toilet, the rat was unable to leave. As a matter of fact, our roomie (the college student/friend that is living with us this summer) saw it roaming up and down the hall a few times last night while we were away. We put out mouse traps, which was all I could find at Kroger. It ate the peanut butter off and went on its merry way without setting off the trap. So last night, we took a family trip to wally world at 10:30 at night to get some rat traps. They had none, so we ended up getting sticky traps for rats instead. Heavy duty is what the package said. Nope. It trapped the hair, but no rat. So, Superman will be visiting Home Depot today to see if he can find the rat traps that we need to catch this pest.
UPDATE: Of course, the situation changed before I got to finish the post, but it’s good news. No luck with sticky traps, so SM brought home the “breathe-on-it-too-heavy-and-it-will-snap” trap. Loaded it with peanut butter, which the little rodent ignored. It decided to come back upstairs last night, which pissed off SM to no end! I stick my head in Roomie’s room to get her flashlight, and she jumps up and grabs a shoe. IT’S ON!!!! They find it behind the fridge, block both sides, but it somehow gets past them and goes under the dishwasher. In the meantime, Earnhart and Smiley wake up and are crying and needing me. I hate when that happens, but I prefer it over rat-catching any day. SM and Roomie spend about 30 minutes trying to coax it out from under the dishwasher. They finally do and SM pins it down. It squeals (ewww) and then without any idea how else they can kill it, SM resorts to stabbing it with a kitchen knife (which we promptly throw away, with the dead rat). Disgusting, but at least it’s gone! We’ll keep the mega-traps in case we have to do this again. The funniest part to me was Roomie. She was held hostage on the bed Sunday night by this thing roaming the hallway, but last night she was up and ready to hit it with a shoe! I love that girl.