There's a mouse in my house, at least, I HOPE it's a mouse, not some big honkin', coveralls wearing, cigar chomping RAT!

I can hear the sumbitch chomping behind the kitchen cabinets, but he hasn't made an appearance yet. I've set a couple of traps at either end of the cabinets - a mechanical one - the kind which will break his freakin' back if he trips it - at one end, and a glue trap at the other. Oh God, please let him get involved with one or the other. (Aside - dunno why I invoke God here, as I don't actually believe in him/her.)

I knew a chef once whose kitchen was invaded by a rat. He (the chef, not the rat) mixed up a concoction of wheat flour and plaster of Paris, and left a bowl of it on the floor. Worked great. The rat ate a bunch of it, the paster of Paris set up like concrete, and old Ratty succumbed from extreme constipation.

That's more trouble to go to than my lazy ass will tolerate, so I'll just go with the traps.

I'll keep you posted.

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