Ahhhhh, the unmistakable scent of death

I am back. My nose is telling me that the critter, and I REALLY hope it is the only or last one, is dead. There is that stench of rotting garbage. It is most pronounced in the cupboard under the sink in the basement bathroom.

I say it is done because the poison has not been eaten since about Friday. It did take four or five days just like the package said. I cleaned up in the squat closet yesterday. I found the two "lost" plates as well as more blue droppings. At least, the other critter had the "good" sense to die where I could get the body and remove it. This one may linger.

Anybody out there have any suggestions as to how I can get rid of the thing, short of ripping up dry wall, replacing it, taping it, priming it, painting it and the rest of the basement. That is just too much work for me to contemplate right now. I am still traumatized by the whole thought of infestation.

My wife, who I have to say has been absolutely useless in this situation, has done her best to run scared at even the slightest sound. She has not seen these things. I have seen at least one dead one and one or two alive, in the house. I guess it is all a part of homeownership. I am thinking that I should send it to the bank. I mean with the mortgage, part of this critter must belong to them as well. Now, that would be funny, a dead and decaying critter as part of the mortgage payment. There would be some happy bank employees.

This whole thing was worse than any mice that I saw in my store back in the early 1990s. Mice squish so nicely under your shoes, so I am told. What I have here (had, please I hope and pray) scare the crap out of me. I am wondering if it was a guinea pig escapee. To me a rodent is a rodent. To quote Carl the Groundskeeper, the only good varmint poontang is dead varmint poontang. I stand by that as Carl knows from what he speaks.

That is all for today. Ciao!