the rat feeder
After spending the better part of Labour Weekend last year trying to rat proof the compost bin, barring the old holes with wire and stopping their burrowing by doing some actual carpentry, the fuckers have just gone and chewed right through the side instead.
And now they’re partying up large, eating all the goodness and making the rest smell like a bucket of pigshit rather than nice, rich, compost.
I should give up now, and concrete the whole fucking garden. That would be the total solution, assuming we could afford the helicopter required to get it in here.
I suppose at the very least they’re up for some very interesting non-Health Department approved food supplements quite shortly.
Heck
20 August 2005, 22:31 #
I read that the only thing rats can’t chew their way through is glass. But I don’t think that helps. Maybe you could consider making some money selling them to people who have them as pets…
Some people are weird, if you ask me. :)
Alan
20 August 2005, 22:43 #
Death shall be their reward.
(The rats, that is.)
Ben
20 August 2005, 22:52 #
The people who like rats as pets generally seem to prefer the more domesticated variety, rather than wild ones. Something about diseases and friendlyness I suppose.
Heck
20 August 2005, 23:18 #
We used to have lab rats in college, large and white, with demon red eyes. * shivers *
Brena
21 August 2005, 09:11 #
When living on a farm a year or so ago the rats who lived at the nearby stream loved our compost bin. They would come up from the stream to the bin to feast on our food scraps and usually venture no further. So not being gardeners it was a satisfactory arrangement. Us and the rats living in peace. Then one day they thought we wouldn’t mind them coming into the laundry. Then they all died from the nice food supplements and fierce blows with a spade…
Martha
21 August 2005, 12:23 #
Time to get a gun and a porch and a rocking chair.
Or a waste disposal. Bugger the compost.
Alan
21 August 2005, 13:19 #
We’ve already had them living in the ceiling. There’s nothing worse to disturb a nice sleep than the sound of scratching, right above your head…