My furry friend has moved in. He is making himself very comfortable. He has put his bags down, thrown his towel on the nearest available poolside sunlounger and is checking his watch so as not to miss the beginning of Happy Hour.
He has found the pantry. I have seen his little ratty gnawing teeth marks in the avocado and the pawpaw. He has been helping himself to our food, and smearing our cereal packets with bubonic plague. (Sorry. I am a little hysterical). My previous strategy - making him disappear by the power of positive thinking - has failed. It is time to change tack.
My international rat consultant and friend Rebecca has suggested strong traps and peanut bait, but my Ugandan friends have told me to go for special rat glue. At least I am not alone in having vermin issues.
Rat glue. Glue for rats.
The idea is this: they come out during the night to feed and get stuck on the glue, you find them in the morning and finish them off with a frying pan.
Why do things like this always happen when Rob is away?
1 comment:
Oh My! Am unsure if I should say good luck or sorry - possibly both.
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