My Ratter

We have a garden.  Do you?  It produces typical garden fare.  It is overgrown.  It gets to a point that it seems scary to walk through. Watermelons  and Cantaloupe spring  up all over the garden.  Of course once you see a melon growing - you leave it alone.  Not to rag too much on my daughter, my co-gardener person, if she sees a flower, she thinks BEE.  Let the Bee food alone.  I could continue on this, but shan't.  But, the garden is overgrown.

We have mice / rats / frogs in the garden.  And snakes come to the garden to catch a delicious meal.

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New thought.  I have a wire-hair dachshund.  She is a hunter - many might consider her to be a RATTER.  Twice in the past 2-3 months my little Sadie has brought her rat catch into the house and placed it on her pillow by the front door.  Twice.  She hunts every chance she gets - into the garden wilderness.  Another of our dogs, Anna, caught a rabbit.  That was sad.

Another new thought.  On Amazon I found a rat trap.  You set it.  The mouse/rat enters from the hole on the side & whap!!!  it snaps shut;  dead rat.  Fast and sure.  It made me sad once when a nice frog was whapped!!!  Sad.

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I try to sleep through the entire night.  Try is the word.  As you age, you will discover that you beat a path to the bathroom at night - more than once.  I can remember coming home in college - going to bed at 10 - my father demanded all to be in bed at 10   - I would wake up around noon.  At no time did I wake and beat a path down the hall.  

This is not the case as you age.  You want to locate your bed as close to the bathroom door as you can.  Trust me.

Last night about 4:30 or so, I awoke.  Slowly I rolled outta bed.  Yes, I have a small flashlight that I use to light my way in and out of the sanctuary.  As I stumbled back to bed, I saw that little Sadie was sound asleep on her nighttime cushion beside my side of the bed.  I softly spoke to her and scratched an ear.  My foot hit something hard.  Turning the flashlight downward, there was the rat trap resting securely on the dog bed - itza big bed.  I picked up the trap gingerly; and, I saw that it had been WHAPPED!!!  Peering with the flashlight inside the hole - dead rat - really dead.

The rat had been killed sometime during the night.  Sadie had made a tour of the garden sometime between midnight and 4:30.  When she found the dead rat inside the trap, she carried the trap through the dog door and placed it beside my bed - I suppose as a present for me.  

Thank you, Sadie.

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