Now I was born in the Chinese Year of the Rat but that doesn't mean I want them. However, the rats have decided to make our place their home leaving their calling cards all over the place. I have asked them politely to pack their bags and go. The have refused and their numbers are growing. The last straw was them invading my workshop. They have to go.
I do have an English Toy Terrier called Bucky. They have a reputation of the supreme rat killing machine.
The English Toy Terrier (ETT) developed from the Old English Black and Tan Terrier and is closely related to the larger Manchester Terrier. Extremely fast and agile, the origins of this alert terrier are in the world of the rat pit, a sport popular in the cities of Victorian England where terriers were placed in a circle or pit with a number of rats and bets were taken as to which dog would kill its quota of rats in the fastest time. Small dogs were highly prized with the ideal being to produce the smallest dog still capable of killing its quota of rats in as short a time as possible. In 1848 a black and tan terrier weighing just 5 1⁄2 pounds (2.5 kg) named Tiny is recorded to have killed 300 rats in less than an hour.
Bucky is yet to kill a rat. He is in fact banned from the back area after killing a couple of chooks. Jimmy the cat does occasionally kill one, leaves it on the front porch, then howls for food. Obviously another solution is needed.
My son-in-law has a "humane trap" that he claimed didn't work. Perhaps the cable tie holding the mechanism was to blame (some mothers do have em). Over the past 5 nights I have caught 5 rather large rats.
Searching the internet reveals that relocation is not a viable option so removing them from the gene pool is the only way to go. I did read that smashing their skull with a sharp blow from a hammer is a quick death but not for the faint hearted. As I said I was born in the Year of the Rat and a great believer in Karma.
I shamefully admit to resorting in dumping the cage and current occupant in a bucket of water and walking away. Returning some time later and disposing the body in a Woolies bag and placing in the bin. No not the recycle one.
While arguing that I was in fact born on the cusp of the Year of the Rat I still feel uneasy of my current disposal method.
What is a humane way.
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