Years ago my dad built a new supermarket near where the old town dump was. Years later they started an assisted living facility across the street and all of sudden we had rats in the store (not a good thing for a food establishment...would see them in the trash building munching on lettuce...we named them Boris and Natasha). Called in the exterminator that baited with hamburger and poison...they died behind the walls and "stunk" (not a good thing for a food establishment). Spent a lot of time on the ladder pouring chlorine bleach down wall cavities.
Moved to the east coast on a job related thing...a development not far from the old town landfill. In-laws came out to visit and thought it would be a good idea to bring corn-cobs and a squirrel feeder for the boys. Didn't take long before the neighborhood got into an old fashioned shell corn fight (your magazine is in your hand and you strip off the ammo as needed). Anyway wasn't long before I noticed fraying on the rugs in the garage. And then noticed "droppings" much larger than anything a mouse could produce. My wife went nuts and baited with D-con. Bait disappeared and she was happy...until I opened the hood of the garden tractor and saw the D-con "blue-logs" stacked up like cord wood (I was impressed at their precision). Ended up with the Victor rat traps...first pass they licked it clean. Next pass I employed something I read...bit of ground beef in a small pouch of cheese cloth attached to the trap. RIP Natasha II (think she was "ripe" and ready to deliver).
