I don't even like writing the word. The little buggers. At this house, off and on over the years, we've had a problem with them -- which is why my feeding of the birds has gone in cycles. Over the winter, I boldly moved forward with sunflower seeds for the guys (birds and squirrels, that is) in front. Now that must close. I'm already lonelier for it.
Part of the work we've had done to the house has been to close off the access points to the house. We thought that was a done deal, but apparently not.
"Rats" carry such a shameful stigma - far moreso than "roaches". There was a story the other day in the local news, however, that "9 out of 10 houses" in this area are dealing with them. That takes some of the pressure off, but in general, I'll always believe that their presence here when I was away at California was responsible for the death of one of my cats. So I'm not feeling too generous about them.
As I said, we thought they were gone. But yesterday I had a couple of encounters - one inside a heating duct, and the other outdoors. When one was scrambling to get out of the heater-closet, I shouted bloody murder at it. I'm hoping that the fear I created for him won't be forgotten. But then something happened a couple of hours later which made my skin crawl.
I had drifted off to sleep on the couch, sitting up, and opened my eyes to see this critter outside the front window. He was on the rod-iron standing-hanger, peering into the window. His/her body-language was extremely lithe and expressive: this is an intelligent animal. In my sleepy blurriness it took a few moments to understand what I was looking at. The funny thing is that he's kind of cute, though every fiber in my being is abhorred. I immediately got up and scared him off, but I have no doubt he'll be back. As a matter of fact, he looks familiar. Bizarrely, I think he thinks I'm his mother.
We already have rat poison laid down in strategic places - that effort will have to be doubled.
The whole subject is so taboo in my conditioning, though. I've been dealing with some depression, so it comes at a time when it's like the straw breaking the camel's back. To my culture-mind, he represents the ultimate destitution and degradation. Yet, surprisingly, here's what the animal-totem people say about "rat":
Rat'sWisdom Includes:
* Abundant reproduction
* Ability to live unseen
* Stealth
* Defense
* Intelligence
* Symbol of fertility and wealth
Guess I'd have to agree about the "stealth" part of that equation.