Nobody tells you when you buy a house what a supreme pain in the butt it is. For example, we have some sort of transient vermin who like to spend time in our attic. They don't make a lot of noise, and I don't think they actively live there, but there are definite signs.
So I put in glue traps. Has anyone else noticed that the quote unquote humain options for rat traps sound worse than the old snap traps. The old snap traps just killed the rat or didn't and they got away. The glue traps are different. I picture a poor rat up there stuck in the glue slowly dehydrating to death. Sounds worse to me than a broken spine and then death within an hour. Maybe it's just me.
Anyway so I put in the traps two weeks ago and vaguely forgot about them until last night. Last night we had one of those southern winter storms: a lot of wind, a lot of rain, and a dropping temperature. Mostly I slept through it. Until 12:21 that is when I woke up to the most awful screeching. It sounded like when one of the backyard owls gets a rabbit, except that it's the wrong season and it sounded both fainter and closer. Tomorrow I go up to check the traps. I'm not looking forward to it. I suspect I'm going to find a rat or a squirrel in some final paroxysm of death encased in a cocoon of glue.
Until I go up there I can make believe it won't be there. But then there's the screeching. *shudder*
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