We’ve had a bit of trouble in our roof these past few nights. Probably because the temperatures have dropped into the low 30’s and everybody is freezing, critters included.
We’ve been woken up in the middle of the night by scratching noises. Sometimes they’ve been in the kitchen area, at other times in the bathroom. At no times have we been happy about it.
“Nothing,” he said as he climbed down the ladder.
The next night we heard the noises again.
This time Alf went into the attic and sprayed it with a horrible smelling liquid that makes them gag and hack.
The noises were back again the following night.
Then Alf asked our neighbors. Their fixes ranged from throwing poison pellets into the attic to setting killing traps.
With our luck, we’d end up with a rotting carcass in a corner somewhere that would stink up the house for weeks.
That’s when Alf struck on an idea.
He pulled out the trap he uses for squirrels in the backyard, filled it with peanut butter and shoved it into the attic.
Sure enough, the next morning we had a very fat and happy rat in it.
“What are you going to do with it?” I asked.
“Export it,” Alf said.
He put the cage in the trunk of the car and let it loose at the foot of the mountain where he hikes every week.
It just so happens the foot of the mountain is in the most expensive part of town.
“Upscale housing,” Alf said.