Brought by the daily struggle to sort things out in life that were neither important to remember due to forewarning events in life, I feel obliged to log this events into this blog.
Like for example, my house had been raided by rats these few days such that they appear in my dreams. They would appear partying in the kitchen every night. Opening the fridge, grabbing all sorts of consumables around the house, including hair creams.
So, to eradicate, we have to set traps some notorious Actarat on some card boards. The trick was, putting some food in the middle of the cardboard. They will run to it and get pasted to the board. It'd be so hard to get free, so that the more they'll try to get to free, the more they'll get entangled to it. It would cover them completely - helplessly.
These rats were so notorious they climbed up to utensils and eat anything from spices to tooth pastes. The urine just stinks too much that it has become my frequent un-appetizer every morning.
My brother is not just so fond of them but would ran away like a kid. The mouse is one of his not-so-favorite creatures in the house. A fear started when one day he engulfed a glass of Coca-cola and a cockroach was get caught by it's hair in his mouth so that the roach would now dangle in my brothers face helplessly. It had been a funny day with the roaches since then. And so, all innocent critters of despicable character is now bracketed as a not so exciting creatures of his universe.
So whenever Mickeymouse get caught, I'm always the one who disposes them every night if not my father who is a merciless rodent executioner. An old screw driver is always a convenient tool for his killing. He would pin the head. Ending a little life.
Up until now, I've been looking for ways to at least repel them off my lawn. Like a sensor and frequency bursting device perhaps that would ping radio frequency painful to the rodent's brain. But, until then, we'll have to deal with them with the notorious Actarat.
No comments:
Post a Comment