Some of you may remember my post of 8/20/09 and the trauma I have felt over finding scorpions in my house. It has gotten better. Really it has. Richard, my pest control guy who I have on speed dial, has become my best friend (whether he wants to be or not). We chat all the time now. He comes by my house or calls quite regularly and I have not seen a scorpion in weeks. I have given Richard gifts of homemade strawberry freezer jam for his kind attention and he has been ever so gracious.
Living with our backyard next to a desert has had it's challenges. We have a pool and all the critters consider us their ideal water source.
Consequently, we have also had a mouse problem too. Richard put mouse traps all over the house, caught a few, and we thought everything was Okey-Dokey.
One of the reasons we have been mouse free is because Richard has placed Bait Stations all around the perimeter of our house. Yeah Bait Stations. You are my best friend too.
(*If you get queasy at the sight of rodents, you may want to click off right now.)
Today I was sitting at my sewing room and casually looked out the door to the courtyard by my front door.
Past me ran this BIG GUY with a section of one of our plants in his paw. He went into the flower bed and started gnawing away. This was not a little field mouse. In fact, I'm still not sure if he's a mouse or a rat. I don't EVEN CARE. He was big. Too big.
You know that Bait Station? He had his tail draped across it as he chewed away.
Fortunately Mr. Cactus was in his office and became my Knight In Shining Armor.
Mr. Cactus grabbed a cage he keeps in the garage and placed it by the front door with a few cashews inside.
I stayed behind the safety of closed glass door of my sewing room and took pictures.
Within minutes we had him.
I quickly picked up my phone, hit speed dial and called Richard.
I really don't mean to be high maintenance, but I was kind of hoping Richard would be the one to ...um...dispose of the BIG GUY.
Richard answered the phone, and informed me he was in Salt Lake for the weekend. Oh no.
He loves his job and found our conversation exciting.
He asked me "Do you think it's a mouse or a rat?"
Me: "I have no idea."
Richard: "Go look at his feet. A rat has bigger feet than a mouse."
Me: "Uh, I'd rather not look at his feet, if that's OK with you."
I'm sure Richard was a little disappointed in not being able to solve the mystery, but he understood.
(I guess I could have grabbed my quilting ruler off the table and went out for a measure, but I'm not sure if the BIG GUY would be nice enough to hold still while I placed his paw on the yellow grid marks.)
In fact, the BIG GUY was rude enough to start pooping and peeing all over our courtyard.
Richard called one of his co-workers who came over immediately to help us out.
Meanwhile, I think I'd better get back in the kitchen and start making more jam. Do you think Richard and his crew would like raspberry or peach?