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Wie geht's?
Rats.
I don't like rats.
I love autumn.
I love living in the country, without close neighbours.
I love Maple Grove (our 3 acre lifestyle property with a 5 bedroom villa that is over 120 years old).
But I don't like rats.
Autumn, it turns out, does have a downside, even though I hate to admit it.
It's like the calendar ticks over to March 1st and the local rat family gets the signal to pack their bags and take shelter in our ceiling.
The first hint came a week ago with some scratching above us, so I reset all the bait stations (two under the house, one in the tack shed/garage, and one in the ceiling).
I'll need to check and refill them all this weekend, as the noises above and in the wall behind our bed have yet to abate.
The noises have woken us up each night (once, in our sleep state, we thought it was an earthquake). This is a pain, and needs to stop, and it does take time to get rid of the pesky visitors.
But, to be clear, I still love autumn.
Love and peace - Wozza
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