Michael Trump

Get the rat outta here

October 11, 2008 at 5:54 pm (Funny, life, Ramdom)

Not much has been going on lately; just a lot of studying and trying to keep up with my school work. Eight more weeks or so of didactic schooling left then I’m working for free for six months.

Well the past month or so Lugg-nutt and I have been hearing some strange noises at night. At first I thought it was a cat outside and thought nothing of it until I found some of my food had been gotten into. I went out and got some little mouse traps and set them up around the house. They were tripped that night and nothing was in ‘em; after that there wasn’t any more noise for a while. I thought I had won and scared off the little guy. I was wrong. Just about a week ago one of Lugg-nutt’s bones disappeared. Lugg always gets a big bone because she chews right through them. I searched for the bone high and low and soon found it behind the washer and dryer. I moved the small traps back there hoping to maybe now catch the little terds. Still there was nothing, not even one trap got tripped. The other day, Steve and I went to The Home Depot and picked up the mother of all rat traps, a huge plastic trap that can be set over and over again with out ever getting your hands dirty. I set that one up behind the washer and dryer where I had found the bone and left it over night in hopes of having a present the next morning. I checked it around noon yesterday and well there was still nothing caught. I was starting to get just a little agitated. My roomie Jeremy suggested that maybe we try behind the refrigerator and see how that goes, “his refrigerator… there is some space behind it because that is where the hot water heater is.” So we pulled out his fridge and placed the trap by what looked like might be and entrance point for the rat. With in two hours we heard what sounded like a gun shot, and there was one dead rat. We got the rat into a bag and tossed it; reset the trap just incase, and placed it back where we had removed it from. Again within two or three hours there was another load crack; I ran to see if I were lucky again. When I checked the trap it was empty, my buddy Jonny “who had just recently showed up” was a little disappointed that he didn’t get to see my little pest. With the trap reset again I waited in hopes of victory. I laid on the couch watching TV and like a gun going off right outside the house I knew I had got this one. With a fast sprint to the kitchen I made it in time to see the nerves still twitching, “just a little gross.” I cleaned out the trap and placed it back by the rat hole. About seven this morning Jeremy had just gotten home and heard the trap go off again. Lugg-nutt woke me up because she was running around the room trying to get into the wall to see what was there. I stayed in bed for a little longer and when I got up I asked Jeremy if the trap got anything this morning, he frowned and said no luck. So now there is at least one more lurking in my walls, and once he gets a little hungry that peanut butter trap will succeed again in victory. Don’t get me wrong now, I can’t stand to kill another living creature but I don’t mind taking care of intruders. So don’t nobody think I’m some kind of weird animal killer, I wrote this to tell about my pests, and not to boast about killing.

Well I told my friend Sandy about these critters in my house and how I had taken care of them. Well she found a opportunity to play a nice little prank on me. This morning I went outside to let out Lugg and found that Sandy had left a coffin like box with a cross on it saying rest in peace randy the rat, “I never gave the thing a name.” I brought it inside and when I went to check my mail there was a flyer attached to the mail box. This flyer read “LOST RAT” it had a picture of a rat and said we had missed out pet rat Randy. Lol. As it turns out Sandy has placed these flyers around New Port Richey just for fun so when I’m out for a drive I’ll be reminded of the little pests that have tried to cohabitate with me. Oh yeah she got a flat tire while hanging the flyers, HAHAHAHA. Lol. Well I guess I’ll stop writing for now.

Peace

Michael the rat killer Trump