Every once in a while we get rats that get up into the bottom of our bbq. I guess they eat the charred drippings or something. We have an alley behind our house where the dumpsters are. We don't have rolling garbage cans that we put out on the street on a certain day for pick up. So we assume that there are rats in the dumpsters but I have never seen one personally. Anyhow, Lilly FLIPS OUT when she smells the rats. One time she even caught one and carried it the house...eek! That was shortly after we moved in. Once I got it out of her mouth I used a shovel to throw it over the fence. Dominic was working nights then. Okay, moving on... Well Dominic doesn't ever seem too bothered by the whole thing. I guess because he figures that they aren't going away since we have the alley. I on the other hand want to kill them! So a few nights ago Lilly was flipping out again and I knew what had to be done, and who had to do it. That's right! Me!
So I bought some traps the other day at the store. I put peanut butter on two of them and set them on the grill bars in the bbq. The next morning...nothing. This morning a dead rat! Yes, it worked! Okay so now the problem is that I have to actually get the nasty dead rodent into the dumpster without touching it. I did NOT want this to be my job...isn't that why I got married? So I could have someone there to kill rats? LOL, okay I know that's a little irrational. Anyhow, I told Christian that there was a dead rat in the bbq and that I didn't want to touch it. Guess what he said to me? "oh, man up mom" Can you believe that? Christian told me to man up! Then he took it upon himself to be the man of the house. Well, he tried anyway. Pliers in hand, I went out to get the rat. Christian wanted to do it but I was afraid he was going to squish it or something nasty. He ended up holding the plastic grocery sack open for me to put the rat in. I grabbed the tail with the pliers, put it in the bag and tied it up. Not so bad. It wasn't as bad as I had geared up for.
I did it! And I set another trap for the next victim.
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