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I read once giving rats cement mix to eat worked pretty well.

If you put the mouse crusher kind in a brown paper lunch sack.
Just cuff the bag so it stays open, and put the irresistable mousie munchie UNDER the trap.
SNAP!
No mess and you don’t have to touch the nasty trap or barf-inducing…um..er..”contents”

Yes, I remember well the days of country living when the days turned cold.
….and that’s why I don’t live in the country anymore.

You know that’s really smart, Janna…

This place never ceases to amaze me.

(Wanders out into kitchen with trap, paper bag and evil glint in eye)

Ah, come on, UB!! Pucker up and give charlotte a great big slobbery wet one!! 🙂

Actually, Schroedinger has turned out to be quite the hunter. hardly a day goes by without me finding some fur or a scattering of feathers somewhere ( and the little shit demolished the catmint garden I set out for him )…

Problem is, he likes to bring his little playtoys in at night, which can be REALLY interesting when I get up to make a pit stop. I’ll be sitting there, communning with the porcelan goddess, and I’ll start hearing ‘thump – SQUEAK’…..’thump – SQUEAK’….

Definately disconcerting when you are navigating by braile in the middle of the night…..

Yeah, Damien was hell on birds, too. I wasn’t sure which of them was guilty, but Charlotte has brought us nothing but rodents in the last eight months, so I reckon the birds were his.

He was also a terrible poacher. She’d sit patiently by the fridge for three days waiting for a mouse to break cover, and he’d saunter past and nab it just as it finally did.

Little wonder she hated his guts…

Confirmed kills, lol.

We had a rat take up residence under our front step last winter…just excavated a hole under the concrete and left piles of dirt everywhere.

Come the spring he came out from under, ran up a tree in the front yard, looked around for a bit, came down and went on his merry way, never to be seen again.

We had dog treats for the neighbors dog in our cupboard. I kept wondering why the cupboard door was standing ajar every morning. Until I was up late and heard a hell of a racket in the kitchen and went in to find a rat banging a large dog biscuit against the bottom of the stove. The bastard was trying to pull it into the space between the stove and cabinets. He had worked out a sweet little system. He didn’t figure on me getting wise though and he didn’t appear to have much experience avoiding traps either.

I’ve a squirrel right now that can open a can to get into the bird food in the garage. Isn’t a squirrel just a rat with a bushy tail? I really would like to get a video of the can opening though. It’s hard enough for me to pull off the lid. Be gentle with God’s creatures now over there in Jolly Ole, except for the snakes, screw them!

When I lived in Suffolk, fall and winter kept both of our cats, Lucifer and Bathsheba, busy. Mostly field mice and voles from the potato fields behind the house.

Rats aren’t so bad…unless, of course, ye counts the Black Death…

Oh—using a paper bag is an excellent suggestion, and I will do that next time. My last mouse was so tiny that he could nibble all the bait (peanut butter) and not trigger the trap. Finally I took a small wad of cotton ball and mixed it with a dab of peanut butter. One tug and he was done.

Not anonymous—Deborah here. My confounded mouse (!) is out of control. It’s like trying to parallel park a bumper car.

We don’t get many mice or rats inside the house, but we do get geckos. The last one tried to sell me auto insurance.

Geckos are cool. They’re clean and they eat bugs. I love my geckos (when I was a kid I thought lizards were the coolest things ever. My favourite toy was a rubber lizard that probably cost my parents about 30p. I never dreamed I’d be living in a country where they run up my walls).

“Geckos are cool.”

Especially these chaps…