About six weeks ago we started hearing noises in the attic, the scurrying of little feet running back and forth, and even noises in the walls behind our bed!! I knew right away we had a rat. I know what a problem they can be from past experience. When we lived in Del Mar, we had a rat problem you wouldn't believe. The rat was actually entering the house through a hole under the bathroom sink, walking by our bed (with two dogs sleeping on the bed) and into the kitchen, where he proceeded to eat anything that had been left out. This continued for weeks before he was finally caught. I didn't want this new experience with the rat to be so lengthy.
I called pest control, and they came out right away, set traps in the attic, and within two weeks, caught the rat. However, we had more rodent trouble in the meantime. We heard noises in the kitchen in the middle of the night, and when Ron went to investigate, he saw a little furry creature run through the kitchen and disappear in a small space near the dishwasher. He thought it was a mouse. Well, night after night we would hear something in there, so of course we called pest control again, and they came with traps. The rodent got bolder as time went on. He was able to avoid getting caught, and he was getting into everything. Bananas, crackers, raisins, boxed candy, he ate it all. It gives me the creeps just thinking about him walking around the kitchen and the counters. Ron saw him three times, and thought he was a mouse. Finally, we set four sticky board traps together and caught him. It turned out to be a rat, not a mouse.
I won't go into what happened next, except to tell you that my dog slept through the whole thing, I screamed and acted like a baby, and Ron had to do the dirty work. Ricky the rat is gone, but not forgotten. I hope he has no friends or relatives that know where we live.
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