|It is mine.|
Pasta costs money.
I bought it cheaply.
But, this was originally expensive.
I will protect what is mine.
So, if your conscience has a problem with protecting what is yours,
GO NO FARTHER.
If you are eating or squeamish, maybe you should leave.
You have been warned.
Graphic photo ahead
written on Sunday
Tonight, I was talking to a friend. I mused that tonight is the night I get rid of the rat that has been in my house. Two nights ago, the rodent decided the kitchen was his, too.
I got up and went to the kitchen and heard him to my left. When I started picking things up, I was kicking a box to scare him away. Really, I have no desire to pick up a rat. Then, I heard scritches to my right. Then, as my skin crawled, and my breathing came more rapidly, I heard mighty scratching to my right. I kicked the box to my right.
More scritches then cries came each time I kicked the box. My adrenaline flowed. I was puzzled. Why didn't the rat run?
Why was he screaming?
My kicking of the box could not hurt him!
I lifted a box sitting on the box and saw the sticky trap lying on its side, just like I had wedged it into a space between boxes, a natural route since all the other boxes were too close. Plus, I had seen the rat run in that direction. My idea worked days later!
The rat was stuck on the sticky trap. I ran for the kitchen garbage can, empty and very tall. The tongs were at hand, so I grabbed those from the drawer since the last rat caught on a sticky trap tried to bite the box I put near him.
Then, I ran out the door with the screaming rat in the garbage can.
The strangest thing happened. Six squirrels ran over the fence and up the trees as I emerged with the screaming rodent. They knew a distressed fellow rodent. Grabbing the bucket that the ac drips into, I dumped the rat and sticky trap. He only struggled for thirty seconds. I assure you it was a swift death with his little lungs. I do not feel one bit guilty.
At one point this evening, I thought there were two rats. Now, I have not heard one for hours, so I got the only one. The problem now is to keep others from entering. I am on it.
Sure, I could make it my job to protect the pasta. But, the one last package was still not in rodent-proof packaging. It is now.
For the last week or two, I have stored everything in upper cabinets, the microwave, the oven, in or on top of the refrigerator. But, there are germs that I don't want to live with, not just a gnawing rat. I am not sure what has been destroyed in the way of food. Last time, he ate into a one-pound bag of rice. I did not lose much, except peace of mind.
The expensive rat trap sits untouched....sigh.
About 20-years ago in my ninth grade English class, I stomped a mouse that ran from a closet. The teacher must take the lead...lol. The next day I told the guys sitting near it to stomp the next one since I could not make it to that side of the room. A kid in work boots stomped it as hard as he could, literally scattering the mouse to all parts of the room. Most of these were country kids with no tender feelings for a mouse. Some girls wanted to catch the mice and put them outdoors. The other kids told her what would happen. I told them of the health consequences. The school exterminated them.
The garbage can is washed. Rat and trap are disposed of. Tongs will be sterilized.
My heart is still pounding.
Okay, I just heard another rat!
Are you a bloodthirsty rat killer?