We think we’ve finally trapped the right pack rat – the one who’s taken up residence atop our gray-water tank after building its granary in the engine compartment. Other than the fact that it has chewed through several spark plug cables, the problem is the critter’s nocturnal habits.
The trouble starts when, along about 2:00 a.m., “PR” scratches and scrapes out bits and pieces of insulation with which to line his nest. Our Doberman, Sassy, mutters under her breath in protest, and then Lowell growls at the dog. Hoping to ignore all three, Kaye pulls her pillow over her head.
Trap it, you say. That’s easily suggested, but not so easily accomplished. We bought a live trap and armed it with a gourmet spread of peanut butter and birdseed, but with the abundance of seeds scattered about the desert at the time, our offering held no attraction. (Read the rest …)