Some of you loyal and friendly followers are wondering what happened with the rat traps I set out last night.
Let me tell you.
I got up early this morning, before the kids, to check on the traps. Basically it was o’dark-thirty. It’s not like I slept well anyways. Visions of carnage floated through my head…
But I digress.
I went downstairs and looked out the back window. I had strategically placed the traps where they could be seen from the window. I DID NOT want to see the bodies without a window between us. I looked hard. They were no where in sight. The traps that I put out were not there.
But I pressed on.
In an idiotic moment of courage I slipped on my shoes, opened the back door and went out onto the patio. I searched in the dirt along the patio wall, and there they were. Both traps had been set off. NO BODY. NO BAIT. All that my traps did was provide a peanut butter buffet to the neighborhood rodents. They were licked clean, pushed around my patio in a feeding frenzy. I shudder at the thought.
I have been outwitted.
Not only will I go pay my little “expert” at Home Depot an indignant visit, I’m going to call in professional help. Now the rats know my number. I’m sure they will be back.