To battle the rodent menace I have 7 traps in my loft. Yesterday I went up to check them; 6 were full. Of the 6, 5 suffered a quick demise through a direct head strike. One unfortunate victim was caught by the tail and eventually passed away from probable starvation/dehydration after a struggle with its surroundings.
In an additional observation one of the head strike victims appeared to have had its hind leg eaten off.
The sound of something reminding me of a cat scratching could be heard in the loft. I don't have a cat in the loft, only insulation and a trap.
Ascending into the roof space it was clear that all was not well. An aroma tainted the air. The trap had seen action, some time ago by the state of its occupant (sorry no pics this time). This means I have a live one still to get. The trap has been reset. Fingers crossed for another victim in a day or so.
I awoke this morning not looking forward to the busy day that was waiting for me at work. Imagine how I felt when upon pushing the button to start the electric shower I was greeted with a Bang rather than the cascade of hot water. I was less than impressed at the lack of water, especially as I was already behind schedule. I grabbed the measuring jug from the kitchen and scooped water out of the sink and dumped it over my head whilst standing in the bath. I reached work less than ready to start the day.
Researching showers it became apparent that I might just be lucky on replacement options. So after stocking up on advice from my colleagues I ventured to a DIY store to part with some money. Trying to fit a shower in a small bathroom at the end of the hard day can hardly be called fun. I was driven on by the desire for a shower to ease my aches and pains. Two hours of drilling, cutting, wiring, sealing, compressing later I had a box on the wall with water and power going in and a hose coming out. The moment of truth, I flipped the breaker, it stayed on. I pulled the isolation switch cord, it lit and so did the power indicator on the box. I turned the box to cold, cold water began to spring forth from the shower head. Turning the box to hot, a few seconds wait, warm water began to emerge. Success, my first plumbing job and it has worked. No leaks, no power tripping or electrocution.
It may have been a long day but just the knowledge that a hot shower awaits me in the morning means I can relax and have a restful nights sleep.
My recent posts have been detailing my war with the local rodent population. The battle has moved from the kitchen into the loft in recent weeks. During the loft insulation project several large holes were sealed trapping the enemy in the loft, numbers unknown. A clean kill and subsequent silence on the front lead me to believe a victory had been achieved. A scouting mission today showed the bait had been taken and my foe had gone to ground avoiding detection. Cut off from its usual supply line it had taken the tainted food cache. I can't see my enemy but they are there. The signs of droppings not present before are an indicator of the restriction in their movements. The trap has been set, it is only a matter of time before their desperation leads to their downfall.
The rat from the kitchen had decided to move up the cavity wall into the loft. This was not acceptable, its scratching was keeping me awake at night and its movements moving my insulation. Yesterday the problem was.....resolved (unless there are more).
It happened before, it is happening again. The rat is back!!
I entered a darkened kitchen and switched on the light. The murky darkness at the side of the washing machine was disturbed by a flicker of movement. Glancing down to focus, nothing. I approached the washing machine to hear a rapid exit being made by scurrying tiny feet. To where the intruder has fled is not yet known. 8:30pm on a Sunday evening is not the time to begin the destructive search of the kitchen sink cupboard. I have the rolling pin on standby, the offending vermin should give up now or risk being beaten to a pulp.
The food pictures are evidence from almost 2 months ago. Since that time there has been no more evidence of rodent food consumption. This week there was a smell in the kitchen that I assumed was the bin. Emptying the bin didn't shift the smell but I was preoccupied by an plague of flies that were seemingly entering by the window vents. After dispatching with 10 of the winged tormentors I set about an in depth search for the continuing smell. It was at this point I discovered a rodent in the food preparation area and was unsure about how to proceed. If only there were some kind of song for situations like this. So I present Gaddafi- the Rat. Why did I name it Gaddafi? Well much like the Libyan dictator there is a mystery surrounding its death and do I care as it's the outcome that matters most.
The puzzle is why did it settle on that location as its final resting place? It's a rather exposed position when the alternate option would have been behind the fridge or washing machine. I didn't set any traps nor use any rodent bait/poison. There was a dusting of ant powder about but that was mainly for controlling that invasion from the summer months. So how did it get in? Another mystery, perhaps from behind the sink, something that will not be known for sure until a new kitchen is fitted.
What will I find in my kitchen next? After invading ants, flies and a rat I am worried about the increasing size of the invasion force. Maybe an angry cat, a curious fox or a misplaced bison will be next. I will be keeping my kitchen door firmly shut and in future only entering with suitable armament.
In my previous post I outlined in a somewhat comic fashion the note I had found in my bin with regards to its placement on a pavement. The note had been placed there for good reason as a number of bins mine included had been strewn about. Now that was some weeks back and ever since the bin has been moved back and neatly positioned to allow for clear passage. Due to the bins location and the sloped bank and steps at the rear of my property it has not been practical to bring them inside the property boundary for health and safety reasons. I don't want to fall down steps with a heavy bin on me. So they have been sitting there happily until today.
Due to the aforementioned note and with the need to keep bins tidy I have been taking a bag of rubbish up to the bins to both dispose of it and to move the bin off the path. So this very evening I ascended the steps with refuse in hand, unlocked the gate ready to reposition the bin. One problem, actually two problems, no green bin for garden waste and no black bin either. I now have, due to the warm weather and discarded food scraps, a bag of indescribable stench sitting in my kitchen.
This as you can imagine has left me a little unhappy with the bastards at the council. Obviously there should have been some more budget cutting and the offending cretins dismissed and the savings used for something more useful like road maintenance.
Now we shall get on to phase 2 of the irritation scale. The previous weeks refuse collection had been fine aside from the fact that a random bin had appeared at the front of my property and remained there for most of the week waiting to be claimed by whichever neighbour it belonged to. It was finally claimed yesterday I assumed that whoever wanted to put their bins out had discovered it had not been returned and collected it. Or as I now suspect they were a dual bin owner and had previously been making use of the rear bins in addition to the front bin.
I am now without bins, the council website has an online form to complete for a new bin to be provided. Underneath a series of check boxes for what bin I wish to request is a box asking for a reason, this field is required. Needless to say the form has not yet been completed due to the fact I may end up telling them where I plan on shoving my current bag of refuse.
Irritation phase 3. The process of writing this post required the turning on of my PCs monitor. This can generate some heat whilst running. The result is that my sleeping quarters have seen the ambient temperature rise somewhat. Now in cooler conditions this is nothing to worry about but the warm and sticky conditions of recent nights computer usage has been reduced. After a particularly warm day I was hoping to keep the room as cool as possible, not have to vent my anger over the lack of a waste collection receptacle.
Irritation phase 4. It has only been a month since I managed to finally get rid of my recycling due to the wonderful council not being able to publish an easy to find collection schedule. So after thinking everything was moving along smoothly to have this happen has tipped me over the edge. The only thing which may result in a phase 5 meltdown is if during or after the bin replacement procedure they try and charge me for the replacement. Stay tuned, this may get ugly.