We have a little rat problem. Actually, it’s quite a big rat problem. At first when I found droppings in the kitchen when we moved in, I thought it was just mice. But I’m not sure mice can do the kind of damage that we’ve been finding everyday. So we’re calling it rats. We’ve never actually seen the rats, but we find their handiwork and their feces and urine all over our kitchen every morning.
So far in the pantry they have chewed into bags of rice, bread, and granola. We have moved the rice and granola into plastic containers and hung the bread. But they still got into the bag of bread that we hung. Then this morning I found plastic shavings and teeth marks on the container of rice. They must really like rice.
Somehow they also got banana peels out of the trash and pulled them into cupboards.
The grossest is that they gnawed through some underwear in the laundry basket.
Yes, we have bought traps. Big nasty metal things with lots of spikes. We have set them two nights in a row. And two nights in a row, the clever rats have eaten the food, released the catch, but have managed to not get caught. We don’t want to resort to rat glue on cardboard, but we may have to. We don’t want to use poison as we don’t want them crawling into some hidden place and dying there.
Of course my housemate and I are not so clever. We didn’t realize until this morning that we could actually securely shut the cupboard and pantry doors. So tonight is the night we seal everything off and set our glue traps. Prepare to die Senhores Ratos!