In my last post, I wrote about Billy the cat, and a mysterious murder in our garden.
Before we adopted Billy the cat last October, we had had a problem with rats. Not a small problem.
I carefully watched their whereabouts over weeks, recorded their activities, studied the rats’ psychology, and I trapped them. I lured them with some chicken food.
One morning, I caught this picture:
The Evidence! Rats were taking advantages of our 3 hens. Rats were stealing our hens’ food everyday.
I called in a Rat Terminator.
I phoned the local council, and the council sent a Pest Control man round. I paid £30 for his 2 visits.
The Terminator came and investigated the house thoroughly. He checked all holes and cracks in the garden, and inspected our garage and loft.
He opened the manhole cover, and jumped into the manhole to inspect the drains.
I was speechless! That was bravery! What a real man!
The Terminator placed some poisons down, in and around the house.
Then we adopted Billy the cat. We thought a cat might scare the rats too.
To Billy’s credit, since his arrival, there was no rat to be seen in the garden. No one was stealing the hen’s food.
Perhaps the poison indeed worked, or that all possible holes were sealed.
Or that the rats could really smell Billy the wild cat.
Billy came; Billy left. One chicken dead. Why?
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