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cincibuck;1346263; said:
Not since Tressel arrived. This may be one of the greatest posts to appear on BP. I consider the wolverine to be one of the bigger members of the rodent/weasel family, badgers too.
Agree... if it is not one of the greatest posts on BP it is definitely Gator's best post. :biggrin:
 
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And now for my rodent story: We bought a contempary home in Landon, about 13 miles northeast of Cincinnati, shingle siding and cedar shingle roof. The place sat on and acre and a half and had seven or eight good sized trees near it and another 30 trees on the lot. It had been sitting empty for 9 months while the owner and his employer haggled over buy out price.

We move in in October and at night we hear what sounds like full court basketball going on in the attic. Squirrels. Critter Gitter wanted something like $50 a trapped critter, have a heart cages, peanut butter.

We looked at the facia boards and saw where they were getting in. Looked like a piece of Swiss cheese. Pulled off the old boards and put up new ones with 1/4' steel grill in a diamond pattern. Took them less than a week to go through that. Pulled the new facia boards off and put up aluminum clad boards and a new roof that finally stopped them.

Took us about $12K in 1990 dollars to get rid of the little fuckers.
 
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I used to live about a mile from the Ohio River so I've seen the beasts of which Gator speaks. We had a dog that was smaller than some of those bastards, and when a couple of them took up residence in our garage the dog wanted no part of them.

Unfortunately, the garage was attached to the house and one found its way inside. He got away from me once, walked in the house and there he was staring at me, but after patching the hole he dug it was rat poison time.

Then it happened...the lady of the house (former, that is) was headed down the steps to the garage when I heard a bloodcurdling scream and her running up the stairs. I go down to find 5 rat carcasses on the floor. Apparently they had a big old poison party and it got out of hand. It was like stuffing five footballs into a box during clean up. One of them twitched and he got a few shots with the shovel for good measure.
 
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We had a couple mice show up in our apartment before we moved. Our three-legged cat made short work of a couple of them. She jumped onto the bed one night carrying a dead one in her mouth. She put another one in my wife's shoe. Great amusement on both occasions (for me). :biggrin:
 
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Gatorubet;1346039; said:
Does anyone else have a problem with them?

Nope. I don't live in filth. :)


generaladm;1346116; said:
Funny, I've had more luck with glue traps than the classic Tom & Jerry type.

Glue traps are awesome. If they aren't working at first, stick some bait in the middle of them just like you would a standard trap.

Nothing gets out of a glue trap. When I worked at the pawn shop we had one rat rip his own skin off trying to escape.


Random rodent stories:

When I got back to SoCal from Somalia in Feb 93 it had been raining almost non-stop all of the past couple of months and the ground was absolutely saturated with water. We were living in a two bedroom bungalo in Del Mar and the wife was unhappy with the noises coming from the ceiling, walls, & floorboards. It was like a battalion was marching through (she had spent the last few weeks back home with her family and had only been back in the house one night before I got home).

My first night back I got up to hit the kitchen for some chow at zero dark thirty & locked eyes with a rat about the length of my arm. He quickly beat feat under the sink. I immediately headed off to the grocery store to pick up some rat traps.

Once home I set up the first trap under the sink by the hole the pipes come up through. While setting up #2 in another room I heard the snap of the first trap and a squeal. Checking under the sink...the upper half of a rat was up through the hole & caught in the trap while his lower half was still below. He was struggling a bit so I hit him over the head with a hammer. Pulled out the now dead rat and sure enough the bastard was as long as my arm. Dumped his corpse in a trash bag, reset the trap, washed my hands & then headed back to trap 2...

*SNAP*

The first trap was sprung again already. Another rat.

Dispose of corpse. Reset trap. Wash hands. Walk away.

*SNAP*

This went on the rest of the night. The final tally was twelve dead rats killed by one trap in about 3 hours.


Rat story 2:

Several of us had spent the day surfing at Rosarito beach in Mexico & didn't make it back across the border before the curfew (at that time enlisted Marines would get picked up if they tried to cross back after a certain hour) so we decided to just get a room in TJ & hunker down until the morning.

We ended up getting snagged by the Federales. They were really just shaking us down for bribe money but we resisted so they threw us in the holding tank with a handful of TS/TV (and by all appearances HIV positive) hookers.
After about an hour a rat the size of a small bear climbed through the open window and bit one of the prostitues on the shoulder.

Much screaming & chaos ensued as the wounded hooker was running around getting blood everywhere and the rest of the cellmates were trying to avoid he/she. The Marines were also trying to avoid the other hookers and everyone was trying to avoid the rat scurring around at our feet.

The jailer finally arrived laughing.

We magically managed to scrounge up the bail/bribe money & they let us go.
 
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Muck;1346493; said:
Nope. I don't live in filth. :)
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Muck;1346533; said:
Ahh I see you took the advice and got some pussy to solve the problem.

Good show!

It has been my experience that it is usually the creation of, and not the solution to, problems. :tongue2:



What could a dozen rats find to eat in a two bedroom bungalao?
 
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ACK!!! I HATE mice... in fact... during the course of reading this thread I pulled my feet up off the floor... We do not have mice. I'd have to move if we did... oh God, we lived on Summit Street, the neighbors moved out, Terminix sprayed their stuff and all critters scattered, fleeing for their lives (RIGHT INTO OUR PLACE.) I swear... One of our roomates brought home some of those sticky trap things, put them in the kitchen... Oh dear God, who ever would think something so little can make such a noise. I can't stand them, I am reduced to a panicked little girl, frozen in place if I gatch a glimpse of one.
 
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