We have a rat. Not a pet rat (no pets at our house until all the people stop peeing on the floor). No, a wild rat that lives outside in the front yard, in the bushes that line our neighbor's garage. It eats the bird food that the very messy birds fling about. We have had mice and I have not been too bothered, but the rat bugs me. He is sizable, as you can see from the picture. He is there under the feeder. As if you could miss him. And he is bold. He comes out in broad daylight, running through the yard as if he owns it and feels he belongs.
We have had a rat problem before. In fact, we had an infestation some years ago. We tried gopher bombs and rat poison, but eventually took care of the problem with a .22 rifle with bird shot bullets. We will likely resort to the same method of ridding ourselves of the rat this time. Simon and Jack Tanner want to come down and be here when we shoot it, but I think we will probably do it when children (any children) are not around.
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