One day about 6 weeks ago we heard some scurrying in a kitchen cupboard. Open the door and see ratty nonchalantly munching on a block of my favourite olive oil hand soap, I'm almost sure he winked at me! Close door. Open door again and scoop all contents onto floor and then most into bin. Clean whole kitchen (I do mean whole) and put down some poison bait in, around and about. 3 separate locations all safe from domestic animals. I don't like using poison but when needs must.......... A few minutes after several hours labour more scurrying from a now freshly cleaned empty, bar poison, kitchen cupboard. There's ratty munching on a lump of poison. Close door. Take unhappy wife to local hostelry for a bit of lunch and a chat with friends. On return find bait all gone. Replace all. More scurrying and more bait gone. That afternoon 7 bait blocks were taken from a single location. Following morning had the dubious pleasure of seeing a dead rat lying on a shelf in a kitchen cupboard. Continued to place bait until it was not taken. Still have some in place but it hasn't been touched in a couple of weeks. Have found a couple more carcasses since then, but this must have been a fairly severe infestation. I presume there will be more carcasses beneath floors. The buggers have destroyed wiring beneath the floors. A major problem for me is that 22 years ago I laid 1.25inch thick pitch pine block flooring over 2/3rds of the ground floor. Most of the underfloor is now inaccessible and the whole house needs rewiring. I know its overdue for rewiring but it would break my heart to rip this wonderful floor up. Rats! One little bonus to this sorry affair is that my wife saw a ringed tail disappear under a unit in our utility area whilst all the above was going on. She didn't know what it was but said it looked like a raccoon. I've never seen a raccoon in the flesh but Rocky, as she is now known, is still with with us and can be seen here~ http://www.flickr.com/photos/95403421@N00 /
rats live on no evil star Blimey, that's an old one from my school days 50 odd years ago (read it backwards).
Rant over and apologies for bothering you kind folk.