you know, I'm deadly scared of rats (strangely with an exception to the pet ones ..I had an amazing white rat, for 5 years. They're incredibly smart- which brings out admiration- and fright )
In short we've two species of them here now, on constant attack- and we use special, Cali-approved, bait, in special , Cali-approved, boxed maze.
Am sorry, dear neighbors but it's really...either them or me. (and yes we try everything else too, all the "more humane" stuff, they don't give a damn, they learned to activate them baits and only then eat what's inside)
In short. One afternoon I went out to smoke. See a rat sitting right in front of me. Doesn't move much. weak. Looks at me with ill, pitiful eyes...
And me, usually screaming and locking myself in the house- I'm a second from hugging him or something. Which would be too late, anyway.
Hmmm what a tough topic... Unpleasant creature, brings so much problems. Love the candied bubblegum association and an excellent poem to match the painting and topic!
Ah it’s the Shakespeare allusion, Elizabethan England, the theatrical convention of having extreme violence take place off stage, we only hear about it. Thanks, Weston, hope that’s clear.
unrepentant. yet you prize - and hope for better.
Thankfully, we’ve been all clear of any rodent activity for quite a few years now, so it has gotten better! Thanks, Patris.
i loved it - after all i’m someone who once jumped onto a kitchen chair (i admit) and (am told) (i deny it) screamed ‘eek a mouse!’
Sad and brutal honesty
you know, I'm deadly scared of rats (strangely with an exception to the pet ones ..I had an amazing white rat, for 5 years. They're incredibly smart- which brings out admiration- and fright )
In short we've two species of them here now, on constant attack- and we use special, Cali-approved, bait, in special , Cali-approved, boxed maze.
Am sorry, dear neighbors but it's really...either them or me. (and yes we try everything else too, all the "more humane" stuff, they don't give a damn, they learned to activate them baits and only then eat what's inside)
In short. One afternoon I went out to smoke. See a rat sitting right in front of me. Doesn't move much. weak. Looks at me with ill, pitiful eyes...
And me, usually screaming and locking myself in the house- I'm a second from hugging him or something. Which would be too late, anyway.
Felt like a murderer for many days after.
Thank you, - and sorry for the long comment...
Better than rotting beneath the boards, I think.. Love the honesty in this piece. Hope you'll not have to put out the poison again.
You’re right of course. And we’ve been free of the issue for some years now, touch wood. Thanks so much, Ronald.
Hmmm what a tough topic... Unpleasant creature, brings so much problems. Love the candied bubblegum association and an excellent poem to match the painting and topic!
Alan, tell me how the Elizabethan way would have been preferable, that part puzzled me.
Ah it’s the Shakespeare allusion, Elizabethan England, the theatrical convention of having extreme violence take place off stage, we only hear about it. Thanks, Weston, hope that’s clear.
That’s good to know but I do remember Hamlet and Macbeth being pretty grisly on stage.
That’s true, not always the case. I think the key is ‘extreme’ violence like Gloucester getting his eyes gouged out in King Lear.
Yikes, yeah we can’t have that on stage