The barn has long been a haven for rodents. Every year I kill them and for a while, I see neither hide nor hair of the filthy animals. There are woods nearby, so I assume more come out of the woods to re-populate our comfortable barn. So the work of rate removal is never done. It is a task that stretches out in perpetuity. For some strange reason, rat traps don't work too good. The rats seem to be too smart to be caught.
But they have to be eliminated. They nest up in the loft on top of the hay. They roam the barn floor at night, looking for morsels of feed or rice that the cows or chickens have dropped. When we come in the barn and turn on the lights, the rats scurry up into the rafters and into the hay for cover. The trouble with the disgusting creatures is that they pee on the hay and then the cows won't eat it. That won't do. The rats must be killed.
The best method of rat killin' I've had success with has been with my old Marlin .22 lever action rifle loaded with rat shot - or pest control shot, as it is officially called. I walked out to the barn at around 10 pm, turned on the lights and watched the rats run. Go ahead, make my
day, night.
Two shots and two juvenile rats take a permanent dirt nap.
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| You Dirty Rats |
I picked them up, skinned them and dressed them out and brought them in to Tricia. She usually seasons them, dredges them in flour and then pan fries them in a cast iron skillet. I'm just joking, of course. I went out again tonight to kill more, but they were still gun-shy from the death of their friend from last night and I didn't see or hear anything. They stayed hidden. I know they are there, though, biding their time. I'll be back in a couple of days to finish what I started.
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