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Left Unsaid - the True Story/s

Posted on 2017.10.25 at 11:42
About a week ago, I was doing stuff in the kitchen. Meanwhile, I marvelled at how there was never really a problem with cockroaches this year. back when I bought the picnic table for the kitchen, a cockroach showed up on top of it. A few days later, so did another one. I sprayed and put up two roach motels, and didn't even bother to launch into my militant alternative of boric acid and diatomaceous earth. I tend to kill every cockroach I see, which I did with those two. And, there has never been a problem since then. Now that it is colder, and wet, the time for worrying is over.

Do you know what a roach motel is? It is a little box about 5" long, with open ends, and basically filled with a kind of flypaper glue inside, to trap the cockroaches.

So, I am marveling about no cockroaches, and I think, "Well, I've never checked the roach motels, have I?"

So, I start doing that. I look over to one roach motel, which is on my kitchen counter next to the stove, topped by a container containing can openers... And I see that the outer edge is kind-of frayed. "What is that about?"

I pick up the roach motel to check for roaches, and it is kind-of heavy. I look inside, and there is a MOUSE caught inside!

I don't know what to do immediately. It startled me, and I had this box with a mouse in it, and the mouse jumped out... I feel this is a learning experience for my dog, and so I hold it for my dog to smell, and the mouse is hanging there, with his tail caught inside the box. The mouse is screaming at my dog in tiny squeaks, while my dog is sniffing up at him, flailing around in space.

Then the mouse comes free, falls to the ground, and runs between my fridge and the counters. In that space, he runs into a broom's bristles, or whatever they are called. His ass was sticking out, and eventually he realised he had to get better cover, and he was gone.

I know that this guy had the most traumatic experience of his life. He stayed away for a while. Then, he nibbled away some cheese on a fresh trap, without setting it off. That's always good because they will go to the next trap more boldly. Which he did. He went to a trap that I had forgotten about, and which didn't even have any food on it, and he was history.

I hate killing anything, but this has to happen.

But, that was weird, all-of-the-sudden having a mouse problem completely out of the blue. This place has been mouse-free for at least a year.

Note - I guess this "Left Unsaid" post will end up being a series....


meowmensteen at 2017-10-25 18:29 (UTC) (Lien)
Haha, I made a rat hotel last week. It was a cardboard box furnished with oats and a spring trap in the corner. I feel like they're too smart to walk willingly into one of those trap, you have to hide them.
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madman101 at 2017-10-26 00:27 (UTC) (Lien)
I hope it works. Rats are smarter than some people I know.

I was thinking about posting about oats but now I'm not so sure...

I don't think I've ever even seen a rat in real life. I've seen traps set, and poison. But it was like they were some mythical creature who terrorised the world and yet I never saw any...
meowmensteen at 2017-10-26 01:08 (UTC) (Lien)
I'm an evil person. I've killed many rats. Mostly with traps, but once with my bicycle (that was traumatizing), and once using a broom stick like a spear. It was like I was Xena Warrior Princess. I saw the rat just sitting there in the kitchen while I was sweeping the floor. Despite not wanting to kill it, I knew I couldn't allow it to be in the bakery, so I just threw the broom, and BAM! got it.

Now that we have a more serious problem with rats, I can even recognize some of them, which only makes it worse. They have such personality. I have a lot of respect for the little black one that comes out while I'm still working. That takes balls. Especially considering what I can do with a broom. I hate that some say I'll probably have to kill him. There's this other big fat rat that I don't have any problem thinking about killing. I want that one gone.
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madman101 at 2017-11-04 11:06 (UTC) (Lien)
That's pretty amazing. I would have done the same thing. You don't know how many times i had a dream like that... lol...

It bothers me that any business or area in an American city should be having rat problems. This is not easy for my brain to grasp or accept. I mean, how much fucking flour can a bakery be spilling that somehow breeds a problem with rats? I don't understand how this happens.

You must forgive rats even as they take over. I tend to want to suggest that you trap the little black one and take him home as a pet, but I think wild rats probably make terrible pets.
meowmensteen at 2017-11-05 00:10 (UTC) (Lien)
On a day when we're rolling out puff dough, we can manage to coat the entire kitchen in flour. You have to sweep the floor twice just to get it all up. I swear sometimes when I sweeping up after a puff dough day, the garbage bag gets so heavy that I can't lift it up without pulling a muscle.

The last few days at work, when I've been the last person to leave, I've been doing this thing where I just stand quietly near the wall and just watch. You start to hear them crawling around in the ceiling once you turn off the oven and the radio and everything is silent. Then they peek their little heads out of the holes in the ceiling where the pipes go up into it. Once they feel like the coast is clear, they start climbing down the pipes, and searching the whole kitchen for every little morsel. I saw one licking the floor around the big mixer, and one even licking the bits of flour that found its way into the electrical outlets.

I will say I work in a 90 year old warehouse on a industrial pier next to a rail road. It has a lot of points going against it. The building itself is lofty, almost like a barn, and rats come onto the pier from the boats and the trains.

Here's something to wrap your mind around, while this current place is the worse I've ever seen, I've never NEVER worked in a food establishment that didn't some some rats. You know one of the common food places rats like to live in is grocery stores. That's why when you go to a 24 hour grocery, the produce department has several items covered in thick burlap at night. Since there isn't enough staff to tend to the produce at night, they have to cover up a lot of the food to keep the rats off. I worked in the most fancy, froo-froo grocery store, and even they had rats. I can almost guarantee that your favorite grocery store has rats.

I'm pretty sure if I had a pet rat, my cat would kill it. My house would be a perpetual Sylvester and Tweety-bird cartoon.
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madman101 at 2017-11-05 01:00 (UTC) (Lien)
No, seriously, I don't think there is a big problem with rats around here. I think there will be some places with rats, but really - not a serious problem. I even worked into a deli, a pizza shop, a sandwich shop, etc. I know that rats came here via ships and so maybe that's why there might be more on the coasts.

You paint a dire picture with your rat existence and it makes my skin crawl, figuratively.

I think you were put on this Earth to start a rat liberation movement. For, in the rat, there is love - our love, human love, love of flour and nastiness.

Now I feel like Paula Poundstone: How can any rat live off of licking up flour?! It's like, NOT REAL and it's NOT RIGHT! Rats need top be doing more important things like eating hamburgers or bags of corn.
meowmensteen at 2017-11-05 17:29 (UTC) (Lien)
I would love rats if they didn't shit and piss on everything. They're cute and have personalities. Though I think it's rude when they come out while I'm still working. They should wait their turn... unfortunate for them, our feral cat has started hanging out in the kitchen at night. Poor fuckers days are numbered.
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madman101 at 2017-11-05 19:43 (UTC) (Lien)
They sound like the people in my neighbourhood.
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