Growing up in our first house, we had mice. We’d be watching TV and would instinctively raise our feet when one passed by. Traps all over the place got them, but one had this knack for getting the bait and tripping the wire.
We’d hear this snap, and run to see if we got him. My dad called him half-away for uncanny ability to avoid his fate at the hands of that trap. On one occasion, he left part of his tail behind in the trap. Well, one day his luck ran out. End of story.
As for big rats, my mom told us stories of growing up on a farm with rats bigger than their house cats. One day while putting on some winter pants to go work in the field, she kicked a rat out of one of the legs. They’d go down in the cellar to get something and there was their cat, having a stare down with a rat bigger than he was. The cat never lost a fight. They also had a neighbor who took out a rat with her .410 as it crept up on her infant in their bassinet.
All the best,
Nonoise
We’d hear this snap, and run to see if we got him. My dad called him half-away for uncanny ability to avoid his fate at the hands of that trap. On one occasion, he left part of his tail behind in the trap. Well, one day his luck ran out. End of story.
As for big rats, my mom told us stories of growing up on a farm with rats bigger than their house cats. One day while putting on some winter pants to go work in the field, she kicked a rat out of one of the legs. They’d go down in the cellar to get something and there was their cat, having a stare down with a rat bigger than he was. The cat never lost a fight. They also had a neighbor who took out a rat with her .410 as it crept up on her infant in their bassinet.
All the best,
Nonoise