After Tyson fixed the damage that had been done under the house we bought a bunch of traps and put them all around where the mice had been.
So we bought sticky paper and put it by the mice's entries and exits.
So what did we do next?
Nothin'. Maybe they would go away on their own? 'Cause that happens all the time.
Until my neighbor emailed me asking if we had caught any critters yet. Why? Oh because she saw what looked like a RAT running across their yard and under our fence.
Um, rats are not okay. Neither are mice of course, but rats? Really? RATS. Ugh! I don't even like the word! RRRAAAAATTTTSSSS. Sick. Okay, I'm done.
So Tyson got rat traps while I looked up exterminators. Naturally the exterminators want me to use their service so they totally freak me out with stuff like "Rats will eat anything including other dead rats" or "Rats can hold their breath long enough to swim up through your toilets, AND OFTEN DO."
W.T.Freak!? Great, now I'm scared of my garage and going to the bathroom. I keep all the bathroom doors closed now just in case.
Where are we now with this, you may ask. Well Tyson informed me after checking the traps that we caught a piece of something. A piece.
Just when you thought it couldn't get worse.
Rat watch 2011 is on.
Things are about to get interesting because my parents are coming on Friday (yay!) and my dad has lots of experience in this department. More on that later. In the meantime, let us all share our stories of rat, mice, and other vermin. Please, tell me I'm not alone.