'Twas the night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house - not a creature was stirring WHAT WAS THAT? A MOUSE?!!
Wifey and I are tucked into bed with visions of 100 dollar bills dancing in our heads. Then, thud, thud. It was the sound of something scampering across a wooden threshold just outside the master bedroom. It's 11:30 p.m. and I'm awake all thanks to whatever it was that kept jumping around outside.
I open the slider to the patio and catch a glimpse of a little brown and black furry creature scurrying around the corner of the house. Hmmmm. Rat or mouse? Too big for a mouse. Could it be a rat?
We live in an area where wild land are on two sides of the property. Deer (a mom and her two twins passed by yesterday), Coyote, Possums, Skunks, Bob cats, and bear along with an assortment of birds frequent this area. To the rear of our property sits a ranch that's home to chickens and horses. That alone tells me that rats and/or mice might migrate from there to here.
I tell myself to live and let live. It's the Christmas spirit. Why not feed the little rascals a holiday meal. Yeah, why not?
A trip to the local hardware store yields a rodent meal fit for a rat or mouse. You could also call it the Last Supper for right on the carton of "food" in bold letters is written: FAST KILL!
I put out the Last Supper for my furry friends and know it's the right thing to do. Rodents carry disease. With our dogs, Gracie and her friends who frequent our home it's a matter of applying that ounce of prevention that is worth a pound of cure.
First night: Four sets of bait set out. Come morning: None left.
Second night: Four sets of bait set out: Come morning: One left.
Third night: Four sets of bait set out: Come morning: Four left.
Sorry little guys. It had to be done for It 'twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even a mouse........