Seven in One Blow. Eventually.
The first trap is placed this morning, in the garage. Cheese with some peanut butter. I get home tonight and find the bait gone, the trap not even sprung. Little bastards. And then he's RIGHT THERE zipping along the wall of the garage. Up the wall and across the top of the garage door. Fucker! It's not enough that I must hear them scrabbling around in the attic, this one has to flaunt it: takes my bait and runs around in my garage while I'm right there! God, if I had the shotgun handy... But no, I must resign myself to un-setting and rebaiting the trap. Just peanut butter. Set it back in place gently. Bastards.
An hour later, back into the garage for a moment to get some luggage for weekend travel, just for shits and giggles check the trap and HO HO HO he couldn't stay away. Had to come right back for more. Curiousity may kill the cat but arrogance and greed are apparently the rat's downfall. Dumbass.
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For consideration: double-bagged and into the trash; in the morning, into the attic with more traps and some poison; then, lamentations of their women
An hour later, back into the garage for a moment to get some luggage for weekend travel, just for shits and giggles check the trap and HO HO HO he couldn't stay away. Had to come right back for more. Curiousity may kill the cat but arrogance and greed are apparently the rat's downfall. Dumbass.
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For consideration: double-bagged and into the trash; in the morning, into the attic with more traps and some poison; then, lamentations of their women