I thought I owed you, our readers, an update on my rodent situation (see the second paragraph of my last post on the situation).The rat, or many rats, just love love love the new peanut butter. The traps keep turning up empty every day. It is a complete mystery how they are eating the peanut butter without springing the traps. One of our readers just sent in a comment to try an apple slice. Oh I’m sure they’d love that too. They’d get a good laugh out of that one since it’d be even easier to get a slice out than some sticky peanut butter that has to be licked out. This is clearly not working, and in the middle of the night, I can hear them up there planning a future.
And I am a jumping bundle of nerves at the slightest provocation. Me and Peach both. The other day I opened a closet door and a wadded up baggy fell from an upper shelf. I screamed and jumped backwards and Peach dove into the closet assuming I was right. I assure you, Peach is on a leash with me everywhere I go. In the house. I think she’s getting a little tired of it, and we really need to reward her with a good dead rat-at least to sniff.
And if I catch one of these suckers, I am going to hang it on the wall right above a table, put some peanuts on the table next to a jar of peanut butter, and a great big knife. Then I’ll paint it Chardin style.