An unusually quiet night on the ranch: the packrats are gone.
I caught them both last night. For the record, dark chocolate and/or dried blueberries are the irresistible bait of choice. I got nowhere with honey on previous nights.
When I came home last night the trap was sprung but I had to look close to see the small shape huddled perfectly still inside the trap. I gathered up some comfort fixings into a big tupperware, transferred the rodent into it for the night, and reset the trap.
The other packrat was not so meek. When he got trapped, he tried to escape so vigorously, it sounded like a tin can was possessed, and it woke me up. Crash! Crash! Blearily I moved him as well, into the tupperware, and went back to sleep.
They went in a cycle all night- a little sleep, a little attempting to escape- squeaking and thumping against the lid of the bin. Then back to sleep….
In the morning they were so cute. I’d put an egg carton in the box, since they seem to like them so much. Both of them were sleeping on top of it, snuggled together with their heads each poked down into one egg cup of the carton. Adorable! Smelly, though. I’m so glad to have caught them.
I bagged up a big chunk of their midden- which is mostly egg cartons, straw, and grape leaves, although I recognized one square of fabric clearly tugged out of my scrap bag. All this and the box of stinky packrats into the truck, and we went on a really long drive up a forestry road.
I set up their new digs first, making a nice egg carton pile in some really dense brush. If I do say so myself, I think it was a much better design than their original. If I were a packrat, I’d be damn psyched about that nest. All ready for the release, I went back to my truck …. just in time to see one of them run over the seat and up into my dashboard!
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