So funny! Does anyone NEED a rat whisperer?
Apparently…I’ve become a rodent whisperer!
It’s not by choice, oh not at all! But, choice or no, it seems it’s what I’ve become.
Either that, or, whenever I roll into a place to stay for awhile, the wily critters get the idea that I’ve just procured a gleaming, post-modernist condo for them, complete with water and waste facilities (i.e. my kitchen cabinets!) and, the finest of rodent dining experiences…all gratis, of course!
Last fall, at Casa de Fruta,the site of The Northern California Renaissance Faire, it was a rat…a large, sleek, dark brown rat with the biggest, blackest, most soulful eyes. I know this because he showed himself, one night while I was watching TV . Came out of the cabinet and looked at me. Maybe he was judging my movie choices, or maybe he was upset at me for disturbing his early evening nap (turn about fair play, I…
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Ha! She deals with them much better than I do!
I had to call my mother, an hour’s drive my my house, to help me catch a mouse. Eek.
Life is stranger than fiction and funnier too. Read this with my morning coffee. 😀
Well ideally you should be able to lead them out of your house playing a panpipe or some such, down to a local watercourse where they would all drown. I encourage my dogs to catch them – but they’re too old/lazy/stumped by the sight of real life prey!
My cat had a jolly time but the mouse outsmarted the cat 98% of the time. The times the cat caught one, he’d bring it into my bed. Ugh.
oh yeah, that’s pretty bad, huh! Mine only used to leave them outside the front door – now she’s too fat and lazy though!
…and there’s no work involved for feedings.
😀 A done deal with no energy required. Tsk tsk.