Well I do. I keep saying rats, but I hope it’s just one. The tail (no pun indented, I just can’t spell) begins about two weeks ago. But before that I need to give a lil’ bit of history. I’ve been living in TX for almost four (4) years and I’ve never seen a rat, until a few days ago. But, back to the beginning. A few weeks ago a noticed a little black clump on my carpet. Upon close inspection (*sigh*…yes with my hands) I concluded that it must be dirt that I tracked into the apartment with my shoes. I whipped out some paper towels, picked it up and dumped it in the trash. I thought nothing of it.
Over the next few days I saw the occasional lil’ clump and just continued picking it up. I made mental notes to wipe my feet more when I get into the house. A few days later, I was sleeping and heard noises in the kitchen. Now, after you get out of the bedroom, the apartment is more or less wide open. The walls don’t hide much. So to find an intruder all I would need to do is glance into the living room and then head to the kitchen. So I got up, grabbed something to defend myself with, and cautiously made my way to the kitchen. I paused right next to the wall, flipped on the switch and jumped into the kitchen. Nothing. Hmph, must have been my imagination/wind/ghosts, something. I went back to bed and forgot all about it.
A few days after that, it happened again. Then the thought crossed my mind, “Do I have mice?”. Of course not. I’ve been living in Texas for almost four (4) years and I can’t even remember the last time I saw a mouse, much less a rat. Stuff like that only happens in NY, right? Wrong. I went back to bed and when it happened again. I got up and went to the kitchen. Before I could get to the switch, I distinctly heard something clink some of the dishes in the sink. This could not be happening. It was very early, about 2:00 AM, Friday morning nothing could be done.
I promptly called up my apartment complex and informed them about this problem of mine. They said that pest control usually swings by on Mondays, but since it would be Memorial day they’d be there on Tuesday. I guess that was good enough right? When I got off from work that day, I came home and did some quick Spring Cleaning. I took out the garbage, I cleaned up the counters, I tried removing everything that would encourage these lil’ bastards. I then packed up and went to visit Lava for the weekend.
Fast forward late Monday night (Memorial Day). I came home and the apartment was overrun with droppings. My Oreos, that I left on the second shelf in my pantry, was not on the floor. Two cookies had been half eaten. I guess they liked eating one half of the cookie and licking the cream. Two packages of spaghetti, rice, and red beans were now opened and pinched. The least they could do was cook, right? But I figured that since pest control was on their way on Tuesday, that everything would be fine right?
Wrong. The idiot at the desk didn’t know they were coming on Tuesday. Since they were supposed to be here on Monday and that it was a holiday, she
assumed they’d be coming on Tuesday. So I had to wait till Wednesday. When I called, I was told that pest control was booked and they’d be in on Thursday. So one more night.And what a night it was. I heard those noises again. I knew that I should just ignore it and let them have their way, but I insisted. I went into the kitchen and flipped on the light. To my shock, the noises persisted and they were from the closed pantry. Shit! What now? This was the showdown. I was going to be face to face with the culprits. Then I decided against it. I picked up a Swiffer, stood a broom’s length away and jabbed the door a few times. Oh it ran, right across my toes. I was scared out of my mind. I jumped up and down trying to get out of its way, but it was as if it wanted me to step on it. The only bit of manhood that I could salvage was that I didn’t scream like a bitch. I let out a very manly “What the F***?!?!?!”. MICE????? That wasn’t no stinking mouse buddy. It was full fledged huge-ass rat bastard!Shit, I just hope it didn’t bring any of it’s friends and buddies with it.
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Get a bag of quick drying cement and mix a scoop of it with equal parts sugar. Leave it out. The rats eat it. They get thirsty. They go somewhere to find some water, and then they die when the cement hardens.
No more rats.
When I dropped the can the lid popped off, and then I saw the big rat run down towards our front door and disappear. I searched for it, but couldn’t figure out where it went.
A week later, when I opened the mudroom door (where we keep our cans outside), I smelled something funny. I thought I recognized the smell, but I figured it was just the garbage. The next day, I smelled it again and remembered the smell. It was the smell of decomposing flesh. I opened the lid and saw the dead rat inside. Well, at least that problem took care of itself.
By the way, I know the smell because last year, I also found a dead possum rotting behind our shed. I tossed it over the fence for the neighbor to take care of. His dog is constantly barking, so I figured I’d give it a present
(naughty naughty)
I just moved out of my apartment on campus. This place was terrible… built in the 1950s, it was infested with huge spiders, bugs and really random things (found a giant slug once, a lizard one evening - and the absolute worst, a small snake just outside my front door - I am deathly scared of those!!).
Anyway, I was in the computer room one day last year and heard something in the kitchen… I go investigate, nothing… hear it again… nothing. One more time and I see the mouse! It was small, but still that didn’t help matters.
I got a mouse trap the next day and strategically placed it by the sink. I just happened to be doing some work at the kitchen table and see the mouse come out of hiding, walk right up to the trap, sniff, then casually walk around it and right past my feet! This guy was brave! Grrr!
Luckily, he never came around after that. Perhaps he went to bother the neighbors
Anyway, get some traps or poison and take care of that sucker ASAP!
OMG i’m sorry but, i had to laugh soooo hard on that. i could imagine you inspecting the rat poop. *sigh*
p.s. we caught our little grey friend with glue traps for the dollar store!
good luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I came home, I had her cat with me!
Never saw a mouse again after that.
I can not imagine what I would do if there was a RAT in my apt. and I’m from New York!!! I have NEVER seen a rat in an apt…in a subway station but never in an apt.
I would have died…literally!
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