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not quite a gardening question !
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from Judith Lea contains these words: I can do better than that, in the summer when the apples were falling off the trees, the rats, en masse, were having a party on apple juice, apple tarts, crumble etc. They were not even bothered about me trying to put out the washing literally just feet from them - they thought I was such a calm lady - just standing there very calmly observing their luncheon habits, they were wrong, I couldn't move, I could barely breathe and had they taken another step towards me, I had worked out that I could swing on the washing line and scream for help - this is not a joke; I was terrified - the gardener said they get drunk on the apples and he shot them, 4 at a time until we had the vermin man in again. My neighbours must be gossiping about me - am I worried? (in Catherine Tate mode) - yeah! I can beat that, if not for numbers, then with drama. It was a particularly bad year for rats, they were everywhere, and I had made a hole through the wall to the outside to accommodate a water pipe. For some reason, I went into the kitchen around three in the morning, and a rat leapt into the hole and escaped. I blocked it up, but mindful that it might well be in the cavity, I sat up in the shadows the next night with the 9mm garden gun. At about three, a little face appeared at the hole. Gently and slowly, i raised the gun, and just as it was beginning to descend into the kitchen - *CRACK!* If ever you've seen a western, you'll have seen one of the baddies shot, and falling off a balcony? Just like that. Some minutes later, Mrs Rat appeared. Another balcony job. A couple of weeks after that I fed the goats late, and disturbed a *HUGE* rat, which was munching the stuf spilt by the goats. The next night I took a couple of bales of straw in, tilted the shade of the light so the (hanging) feed bowl was lit, and I was in shadow, and with the 12 bore over my knee, waited. The goats all came and leant up against me, no doubt pleased that I was being so pally as to come and sleep with them. Again, at around three in tne morning, Rat appears. I take aim. *BOOM!* From folded-up positions, five goats rose several feet vertically, circling me at speed by Western like Injuns attacking a circle of wagons. /Western The rat had been blown about four feet by the blast, and I picked it up by the tip of the tail and slipped it into a polythene bag. It weighed just under four pounds, and the base of its tail was as thick as my thumb. -- Rusty Direct reply to: horrid dot squeak snailything zetnet point co period uk Separator in search of a sig |
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