There's a rat in me kitchen, what am I gonna do?
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Use a box to cover it, get a cookie sheet or something else that will cover the top of the box. Move the box to the edge of the counter, while holding the cover flush with the edge. Gently move the box until it's completely atop the cover. Grasp firmly with both hands an quickly flip it so the box is under the cover. Then toss his gnarlt little butt outside.
You must not be in Alberta then....we have no rats in the province.
I did not think a "joiner" would have a rat in his kitchen. (I only know what a joiner is from being in Scotland). Over here we call them carpenters.just incase anyone missed it, I was reciting the UB40 song. So, no there isn't a rat in me kitchen, just a big juicy ham
Your saw and hammer 'buns' reminds me of my cufflinks. A carpenter does work like putting roofs on and building wooden walls etc. Joiners hang doors, put skirting boards on, lay wooden floors etc. I've mainly fitted kitchens for the last 25 years. But been a joiner since I left school *coughs* 34 years ago.I did not think a "joiner" would have a rat in his kitchen. (I only know what a joiner is from being in Scotland). Over here we call them carpenters.
p.s. Is a carpenter actually a different tradesman? i.e. is a joiner the same thing as a carpenter?
I made you some cupcakes aka "fairy cakes"
This thread was at your behest NN.I still say, make soup. Ask OoO
Am I the only one who gets this? Saturday nite skmbs
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A song for Ben, the Suicide Mouse.Man, I've got Rat stories (regular rats, not us water vermin). Moved into a rat infested house once. Had no furniture at first, so for the first couple of nights I slept on the floor. First night I munched some Tostidos chips and Salsa con Queso, left the rolled-up, half-full bag on the floor next to me, and passed out. Next morning, why, the bag is empty! In the next room, under an old stale afghan, I found some of the pilfered tortilla chips. The rats had been right beside me while I slept, stealing my chips and no doubt sniffing my cheese scented breath...shiver!
Next night I came home to find a big old rat floating dead in the toilet. Suicide? Had he heard my call to the Orkin pest control that morning, and decided to take the, ahem, dignified way out? I'd like to think so. Anyway, nothing ruins an evening quicker than fishing dead rats out of yer toilet bowl.
But, you know, nothing a few green bricks of tasty rat poison didn't fix. Sorry, but rats spread disease, they are foul, nasty things, and must be destroyed.
Mother Abigail tried to warn us that the rats were in the corn...I found a dead mouse floating in my water (ok, drink) glass next to me one night. How long had it been swimming? What if I took a sip in middle of the night? ahgh.
When I had the house, started noticing little holes in the ground. Why who knew? Every year when the farmer cut his corn, the mice came running. Not this year. Rats came running.
Was sitting all nice quiet and reading, bird feeder outside the window. And there they are. Oh lord. In the feeder. Sliding up and down the pole, rat tail wrapping. wheee!!. looked like fun.
Big ones little one. I was shocked and amazed. Everywhere!
Had to call and get the cakes. Felt bad, but damn.