In the past week, the departed Mr. Rizzo’s relatives arrived in force, two or three it looks like. Put out a trap and 45 min later ‘Norman’ took a rather nasty tumble off the rafter, spring assisted.
‘Millie’ came by shortly after to snarf up the bait crumbs (‘seriously sharp’ Vermont cheddar) and mourn her fallen buddy husband maybe? Or at least locate him, sniff him up and snarf the remaining cheese that went flying to the floor with Norm’s dispatch.
As ‘fun’ as this is, maybe better to deploy a good ratsnake?
Alas (?) they’re not common hereabouts and the ‘community cats’ are fat and lazy, overstuffed with neighbor-gift treats and tuna. I like cats but we’ve made them into useless props, their hunting instincts vacated like sex with no hope of procreation.
Hopefully ‘more rats’ isn’t the beginning of a trend. We live on an alley in a dense multi-family neighborhood with unlocked open dumpsters which are perma-stocked with a luscious mix of trash and wet garbage. So, ‘rodent friendly,’ at minimum.
No traffic for the rest of the night. Maybe the Rizzos are inhibited from their regular path temporarily, I think I’ll wait to see some activity before re-placing the trap.