okay, this is getting out of hand. as if catching two rodents wasn't enough. now there is a third. call it a trilogy of rodents. only this trilogy isn't fun and entertaining like star wars. it has however, lasted much longer than any tolkien geek could stand sitting in front of all three lotr movies, plus the extra scenes.
this new rat...the little bastard...is smarter (and we fear) bigger than the other two. steve and i bought bait blocks that look like granola cubes and two brand spanking new victor traps last night. he didn't even touch any of it. alas, more rat turds and evidence of his dastardly cunning this morning.
so what's next, you ask? one word. well, maybe two. i don't know, maybe it's a compound word...whatever. BLOW-GUN. that's right. i'm not joking. dave is a blowgun marksman more precise than legolas and robin hood and william tell put together.
so we have the blowgun and a pump action pellet-rifle. there will be a stakeout tonight. oh yeah, and we lined the inside of the pantry threshhold with glue traps and shut the door so the punk sucka won't know the sticky fate that awaits him on the other side. from steve and sarah's reports, it's coming up around 1 a.m.
that's right. they can hear it. steve said it sounds like a dog running across the kitchen floor. can you say r.o.u.s.?
rat. prepare to meet you Maker. tonight is judgment night.
3 comments:
oh my.
HI-larious. i almost hope these nasty rodents continue to bother you, just because i like to read about it. just kidding, but seriously.
I once tried to kill a roach with a blowdart gun, stabbed it in the middle, then proceeded to watch it spastically run in circles until it killed itself in weariness...1 week later.
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