Death of a rodent

My battle with the rodent appears to be over.

The poison is what got it. After installing a variety of traps in a number of shapes and sizes it became obvious that the beast wasn’t going to be captured that way. He showed no interest in peanut butter or other bait, prefering instead to chew apart something made of plastic behind my dashboard.

Two weeks ago I noticed that some of the poison pellet packets had been gnawed on. A few days later, there was more poison activity. I went for overkill, putting several more packages of poison out, even using different brands to ensure the kill.

Because of the extent of the damage, I had started to suspect that the mouse was actually a rat. But nothing prepared me for what I actually found. Laying on the garage floor near the door was a nearly lifeless rat the size of a small cat. I scooped his quivering body up and unceremoniously dumped him in the trash.