They fought the dogs, and killed the cats,
And bit the babies in the cradles,
And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
And licked the soup from the cook’s own ladles,
Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
Made nests inside men’s Sunday hats,
And even spoiled the women’s chats,
By drowning their speaking
With shrieking and squeaking
In fifty different sharps and flats.
–Robert Browning, “The Pied Piper of Hamelin”
We’re not as infested as Hamelin was–for starters, our rats are confining themselves to the garage–but unlike the people of that town, we would be more than willing to pay the piper who removes our rats from the vicinity.
In the meantime, any suggestions for bait? We’ve tried peanut butter, but the wily beasts somehow take the food and leave the traps unsprung. Now we’re trying a combo of peanut butter and honey. Any other ideas? We’re trying to avoid poison. Because it’s, you know, poison.