I hate rats. I hate rats so bad. They are so fast, disease ridden, and can eat almost anything. The infestation in my garage has been quite bad recently – I think they moved in during the flood, and have bred steadily since. A sealed container of wax cap pings has been devoured, along with the interiors of some kumikumi pumpkin I was keeping for seed.
The traps have been less than successful, and may have just been flinging the horrid creatures around the garage on some wild joy-ride, for there is never a trapped rat, and the traps themselves are usually a fair distance from where they began. I hate rats.
There is some good news though – there is now at least one less vermin stalking around. Beloved saw the vile creature staring at her, and so beat a hasty retreat, ever so calmly calling me (with the urgency of an ambulance siren interbred with a smoke alarm or air-raid siren). I was able to stalk it, and despatch it. One down, ? to go.