You see, almost as soon as the weather turned cold, we started hearing little scratches coming from the utility room, behind the baseboards, behind one of the cabinets in the kitchen, under the floor in the entry hall.
And it made Trudy crazy, especially since with the scratches came a horrible smell. We couldn’t detect it with our lame human noses. It’s just that Trudy’s sniffer contains 200 million receptors. And frankly, that horrible smell was just plain offensive to her.
So finally, after months of nagging (from Trudy), we got an electric rat trap. Mr. DJ installed it last weekend and checked it every day. Everyday it was empty.
Until yesterday morning.
After making some coffee, I sat down on the couch in the conservatory to read. Normally Trudy would come over and sit or lie next to me, but yesterday, Trudy would not stop smelling the cabinet where we put the trap*. She kept pointing at it and kept telling me there was something in there.
But after all these months of her whining and pointing, we got kind of immune to her antics. After about 20 minutes of doggy pleading–gosh Mom, you are SO dense!–I gave in and I told Mr. DJ that Trudy was pretty sure there was something in the trap. He didn’t believe her either, having just checked the trap earlier; however, sometimes it’s good to humour the dog. So he checked anyway. Sure enough, there was a huge rat! GOOD DOG!!
So Trudy is our hero. From now on, her calling card will read: Trudy, bug and rat huntress.
*If anyone is wondering, we got this trap. We really didn’t want to have to use one, but the rat got into some of our food… Anyway, we thought this was better than poison or any of the other traps.
About the Author: JaPRA is an expat Texan living in Boston (by way of London by way of Houston) with her husband (Mr. DJ), their 19-year old daughter (Roxi), and their dog Trudy.