Let the bear decide.

Just realized I was listenig to a radio story on that travel show - rick steeve's world adventures or whatever. It was someone talking about photographing something in the arctic. Birds I think, but he was also worried about polar bears eating him. Two local folk say:

"Let the bear decide."

ANyway, then suddenly it was some other guy talking about the migration of toxins up the food chain. I had to turn it off. I know as much as I need to know. 
I have to not hear some of that stuff sometimes. I know enough to know. it's science. And duh.  (i live in a country in which you need to say that you believe in science. It's kind of weird.) 

Just baited two ginormous old school rat traps. I had to watch 2 youtube videos to figure out how to do it. They are now baited with smooth organic peanut butter, because that's what I have.

This escalation is because the fuckers licked clean the trigger 3 times on the live trap. I can't put out the anti-coagulant stuff that thins their blood and makes them insanely thirsty as the slowly dehydrate. Dude. That is just horrible. All I can think is sentient beings, sentient beings. And then there's the plaintive objection of my 3 year old niece echoing in my head: "but it's their home." Ugh. The google and my alternate dad (aka Handy Man Wade) said a multipronged approach was necessary and traps are defnitely a part of it. Another trap: a tall metal wastebasket with a plny leading up to it, dog food dotting the path up to something super tasty at the bottom. Rat jumps in and can't get out. Then you can drive them far away and release them ostensibly. Although I also read that you need to releaase them at least 5 miles away or they will make their way back – home! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

Ahhhhhhhhhh.

Another trap is some weird bucket contraption that I only breezed over. Sounded Bugs Bunny and ended (iirc) with drowning. Yuck.

Cleaning. Slowly.

Everything. Thoroughly.