Vermin in Eastleigh

My friend JD, the promiscuous linguist Language Omnivore from Tuttle Publishing, sent me a link to an interesting article about my neighbourhood, Eastleigh, as he knows I’m not the kind of person who would normally read The Economist.

From The Economist

From The Economist (click the image to read the full article)

Vermin, not politicians, was the subject of the first paragraph. A local resident asked the Tory campaigners to deal with his urgent need: “We need a bait-box.”

In this idyllic suburb of Eastleigh, apart from the HSBC bank robbery, which involved the flying squad hiding in a public toilet in the bush then out they leapt and shot dead 2 robbers, it’s a safe place, enhanced with a few pampas grass in some gardens.

My mother is not aware that apart from dealing with hens, chicken litter, chicken missing and murders, her daughter has also been trying to outwit some vermin.

Two years ago, my nights were broken by the tap dancing from the loft in the middle of the night. How many mice or rats? I would wonder. Two, three, or more? From their rhythms, I knew that they danced in a highly synchronised fashion like the River Dance. Other than that, In the garden, some visitors were also stealing food, and we caught some of them.

One day, we caught two mice in one new mousetrap left in the garden. My husband thought these mice were plain stupid as no bait was in the trap yet. My husband decided to let them go in the woods as he couldn’t bring himself to hurt stupid creatures. “I’ll release them into the woods, and they’re so stupid they’ll not find their way back.” He grabbed my Waitrose heavy duty shopping bag and I stopped him just quick enough. Luckily I found the Ikea bag the right size for the mousetrap (with 2 mice in).

The next time when we caught a rat, I was shocked to see the size of it. It was overweight. How much chicken food had it stolen? This time, my husband did what a man was called to do in a crisis. While he was dealing with it, I pretended nothing unpleasant was happening in the garden but I knew that the process involved some water.

In a half-awake state with the River Dance rhythms ringing in my ears, I phoned Pest Control in Eastleigh. A wonderful man turned up, fully equipped. He inspected our garden, house, garage and loft carefully and looked for any possible holes. He laid some poisons down. I learnt this useful expression, “I’ll bait your garage/garden/loft up.” My new found hero was as sharp as the 007. He quickly identified two holes in the garden. He also went into the drain to inspect thoroughly. He poured in poisons.

A week later, my superman came back. He inspected our property again. Only some poisons in the garage were taken. Surprisingly most poisons remained untouched.

His two visits cost £30 pounds and I considered the money well spent. For a long time, the dancing in the loft seemed to have stopped. However, I could still hear their occasional footsteps.

Here is my story about vermin in Eastleigh, just a day before the by-election. Eastleigh is certainly weird and fascinating, isn’t it?

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17 thoughts on “Vermin in Eastleigh

  1. Hazel Bateman

    Rats are endemic in this part of Chandler’s Ford. Some would appear to be a ‘super rat’ which is indifferent to poisons. The advice we had from Eastleigh Council some years ago was to shoot them with an air rifle when we see them. This is entirely legal, so long as the pellets remain on your own property. When I have seen one about, I put out some tempting morsels on the path in the back garden, and my husband shoots the rat from the upstairs back bedroom window. He then takes a carrier bag and deals with it. We were told it was not possible to eliminate the rats because of our proximity to Monk’s Brook river/stream/ditch.

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    1. Janet Williams Post author

      Dear Hazel,

      I’m surprised at this innovative way of killing. It’s a new skill I must learn to put on my CV.

      I’ll pop over to yours one day to practise the skill.

      The ‘superman’ who came to rescue told me he had a very busy morning. He’d visit many houses in Chandler’s Ford with the same problem. I felt relieved in a way that it wasn’t our hens’ fault that rodents were around. The ‘superman’ did mention that Monk’s Brook river and the surrounding Hiltingbury lake are the problems with rodents. He also mentioned that this strange neighbourhood has got strange people keeping strange pets, including chickens, ducks, and even bees.

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  2. Maxim Sense

    Once, I tried a poison bait to get rid of these mice whose trampling and running atop the ceiling and around the kitchen were so annoying especially when you were awaken by them in the middle of the night. This poison bait though was to be mixed with the rat’s favourite foods like cracked biscuits, rice grains or corn kernels. Unfortunately though, I got none of them. The rodents must have sensed danger and so they did not take any of the bait. I was told that there should be some kind of conditioning for a few days before the rat foods are to be mixed with the poison. They should be fed in small quantities with the rat food that I intend to use with the poison. This would make them wanting for more.

    I was so disgusted that I dropped the idea even before trying another one. This time I tried a new technique. I had all three rat foods (cracked biscuits, rice grains, corn kernels – all clean with no poison mix) placed on plastic plates, put two plates atop the ceiling and one in the kitchen and surrounded the plates with two layers of super sticky papers.

    The next morning I was so delighted to see 10 rats stuck on the sticky papers atop the ceiling and 6 rats stuck on the sticky papers in the kitchen area. I repeated the same technique the next day and I got none. Three days later, I concluded that those 16 rats were all that comprised the family of rodents residing atop the ceiling and in the kitchen area. Up until now, I’ve never heard trampling and running atop the ceiling and around the kitchen.

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    1. Janet Williams Post author

      Dear Maxim Sense,

      What a story!

      It’s so interesting as you’re now my expert in catching runaway chicken and capturing rats. What next? The talents that my readers have are simply astonishing!

      Your details are so fascinating.

      Since the past week, our life has been much calmer for a change.

      Should troubles arise, I’ll read your comments again and perhaps try a trick or two from you. I’ll keep you posted. Thank you very much for your input.

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