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 Posted: Apr 13, 2006 - 02:35 PM
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| LOL! That was a hilarious read, thanks for the laugh Div'. My family has had a similar situation with a rat when I was about 7 or 8 years old. A rat got into the house and caused so many problems. It took the entire night to catch him. Soon, we cornered him in my mom's closet and finally were able the trap him inside one of my mom's oldest and favorite knitted sweaters. We went outside and stomped on the sweater with the little bastard in it until we heard him *POP* lol. Then we tossed the rat in the trash, with the sweater of course, my mom was definately not happy after that. As for me, I don't have a heart for pests. I'll kill them on sight if I have the chance. |
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Post subject: The golpher that wouldn't leave, and Wild America.
Posted: Apr 12, 2006 - 05:41 PM
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OK, nothing to do with Quake but I have to tell the story.
I'm sitting in my room watching TV around 8:30 pm, when my son comes running in yelling that there is a golpher in the front yard. I get up slowly asking him what he means, is it just a mound of dirt? He yells, "NO, it's walking across the grass." So I move a little quicker and go outside to see it's little butt sticking out of a hole he's just starting.
I run to my car and grab a pair of pliers and grab him by the tail. He's scwirming around and my kids are yelling not to kill him. I have a heart when it comes to animals, but I sure as hell don't want mounds of dirt in my yard. So I walk to the park at the end of my street with him. Now get this. It's three houses, then accross a fairly buissy street to the park. Then I go about 30 to 40 yards into the park and fling him out another five.
On the return trip to my house, my kids are yelling at me again. When I get close enough to hear what they are saying, I realize they are yelling that there is a possum in the front yard. I look and sure enough, it's a little one, maybe a little bigger than a rat, walking down the curb at the edge of the street. I wave the pliers at him to make him go away from my house. He walks a bit then stops and looks at me, then walks a little more. I finally get him to move to the house next door and he trots into their flower bed. OK, enough wild kindom for one nite, I head to bed.
The next morning I get up and on my way out the door to work, I see the golpher hole that little guy started is huge. The bastard came all the way back from the park and started back on the same hole. I'm pissed now. So when I get off work, I go out and stick the hose into his hole and turn on the water. Maybe 60 seconds later, here he comes. Pops his little head out of a second hole, then starts walking accross my yard. So pliers come out and another trip to the park. I went about 200 yards into the park this time and put him through a fence onto school grass and waited to make sure he was gonna move in. He burrowed a little into the grass and from what I could tell was just getting a snack. No dirt flyin just grass getting clipped at the roots.
So he got two chances. If he comes back again, he's getting the shovell. Why couldn't he just stay away like the possum apears to have done.
Well, thats my little slice of wild kingdom.
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