| Wednesday, June 07, 2006 |
| Today's Body Count |
In this week's war on rats, the score is currently:
Willard = 1
Broadsheet = 0
Native Bird population = -1
Apparently, Starlings like peanut butter too - oooops. Who knew? Well, if it wasn't a pigeon, then I suppose a starling is the next best thing.
I cleaned up the bird carnage, and tried to set the traps where other critters are less likely to stumble on them. I got some new traps that are a helluva lot easier and safer to set. They really snap hard for 100% fatality, and are much sturdier, which allows for less of a flipping motion than the old wood and wire traps when they go off, and which can often result in suffering, or in the critter actually getting away. Depending on your squeamish factor, they are also reusable, and cost the same as wood traps.
Anyway, since this is about the most thrilling blog post I've ever written, I'll stop while I'm behind. |
posted by Broadsheet @ 10:16 PM   |
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| 5 Editorial Opinions: |
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Whatever. I'm coming down with my shotgun and plenty of reloads. These rats are going to eat twelve-gauge death.
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A friend of mine, who once lived very close to where you live, set a rat trap in his kitchen; it disappeared the next day.
Two days later he found the rat, wedged in a crevice between the cabinets and the wall, trap still attached to two legs.
He filled the crevice with Lysol, and then ignited it. The rat burst from the crevice, on fire, and bolted out the door to the backyard, never to be seen again.
The trap was kicked off in the fuss, and through 2 days of being attaced to a rat, and few moments of fire, it was still in great shape. It was a Tomcat.
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Good news, Broadsheet! I've got three dead rats with one shot. KA-BOOM!
Okay, so, the bad news:
The police would like to talk to you about letting people discharge firearms in your backyard.
In addition to the rats, your grill is also very, very dead. Apparently I hit the gas tank. Whooooops.
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What you need is not traps but a Jack Russell. Cuter than a pond of baby ducks, loyal and great company, more aggressive than an English football fan after losing 6-nil to France and they just love, love, love catching rats. Well, that and humping the legs of visitors; it's a bonding thing.
The only possible drawback is that once they have killed the rats they also love chucking the corpses (or indeed the badly wounded) around the yard - ans who are we to crticise someone else's lifestyle?
C
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I don't believe that European starlings are native to America - go check you Peterson guide to birds.
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Whatever. I'm coming down with my shotgun and plenty of reloads. These rats are going to eat twelve-gauge death.