I was in my conference room on night, making a stupid power point and watching YouTube videos of the Baja trucks. All of the sudden this damn rat jumps from the floor behind the flat screen TV that’s 4 feet off the floor. I find it in the supply closet. Then it runs into another hole. I set the traps. Nothing. Having run trap lines, I know the drill. Sure as shit I catch multiples. They came out of the field next to me. There really is nothing better than hearing “thwack” late at night.
There is a virus some have that make them lose fear. I believe it. One night I’m machining a new lower for a customer by myself so I can think without distractions and I have my chili cheese Fritos with me at the mill to help at 2am. I drop one and this mouse comes out and grabs it by my foot, looks up at me and starts eating it, not a care in the world. I would not believe it but I saw it in the flesh. He got a pass. That’s a bold move worthy of respect, once. After that, one gets what one gets.
My guys think I’m crazy about these rodents. It’s a trap line. I get my mind wrapped around that and it gets the job done. Where there is one there is at least 10. It’s actually surprising how many there are. It for damn sure isn’t one.
Also, you wanna see some damn big rats? Go to grain mill where they eat the pigeon eggs out of the nest. Some old timers around here called them warf rats. They are HUGE.