Every now and then, a rustle in the kitchen indicates that we have become hosts to mice. Most generally they are small field mice, although once or twice a bigger rat will somehow find a way in. We keep little food that is not in closed containers, so there really isn’t much in the way of cuisine for them, but I suppose the underwear drawer does provide nicer bedding than the great outdoors.
Up until recently, we had a cat and when a rustle alerted us to the presence, in came the cat who took care of the problem within a day or two. Our cat was poisoned, so we have gone to traditional spring mousetrap for extermination purposes inside. Baited with a little peanut butter and it’s a near sure thing. There really is no need to invent a better mousetrap after all. In my experience, there is no reason for the so called more humane live trap. A mouse released into the wild will find its way back in.
We have some problems with mice and rats outside in the animal feed area and garden. Previously, as I mentioned, we had a cat who kept rodent visitors under control. But since our cats are no more, both Kitty and Kitty 2 having been poisoned, and Licorice Whip and Jelly Bean the kittens are still too little to be much of a threat, we try our best to root out nests ourselves.
Some of the rats are gopher sized. Really. We have discovered that the cow-barn guy, the neighbor, fattens his cows with hormonally enhanced feed. It’s no surprise that since rats like corn just as much as cows, they become super-sized as well. The first time I saw one scurry across the barda (wall) I thought “Of my God! It’s a ROUS! (Rodent of Unusual Size) like in the Princess Bride.” Of course, Wesley isn’t anywhere near to save me and my animals, and we have lost numerous pollitos (chicks), patitos (ducklings) and conejitos (bunnies) to the ROUS that lives off the neighbor’s feed.
We have theorized that our cats were unintentional victims of the neighbor’s attempts at extermination. Perhaps he too saw the ROUS one day and then put out the poison. The mice ate the poison and stumbled to our side of the wall where our cats pounced on them as easy snacks. We were able to save Kitty 2 from poisoning by chance once. She had been served a great treat of goat’s milk in the morning, prior to her eating the poisoned mouse. And although it was touch and go for a bit, the milk had coated her stomach enough that she vomited the rat out and was saved that day, only to die by poison a few weeks later.
It seems to me, that as cats are the natural predators of mice, that a better solution to the rodent problem would be for the cow-barn guy to keep a few cats instead of putting out any poison. But hey, what do I know? I’m just a gringa after all.
Yep, we have skunks. Well, to be more specific, La Yacata has skunks. And they aren’t little. The last one we spotted as it climbed a stone wall, was nearly 3 feet long. Yikes!
We did have a skunk visitor, briefly. One early morning, we went outside to feed the livestock and there it was. A baby spotted skunk. The puppies wouldn’t have anything to do with it. So it was up to us to disinvite baby skunky. We chased it about the yard a bit, screaming and terrifying it. We can’t have skunks living in the back yard. Skunks eat baby chicks, baby rabbits, and eggs, besides having a naturally offensive odor. My husband managed to smack its leg with a rake, and it bolted out the gate, not to be seen henceforth. End of story.