In NYC we have mice in apartments and rats in the subway. Out here in LA, they've got rats in their homes (sometimes). Since our arrival on Saturday, the kitchen has been visited nightly by a visitor that eats, chews up Ursula's pacifiers and leaves large sh*ts on the counter top.
We haven't seen it, but we know it's big...
SKGR's mom says this has happened a few times in the last few years, and that for 25 years before that it had never happened. Why? The local hardware store said rats move whenever there is construction going on (there's a big new condo block going up on the near corner) and that they are drawn to homes with nice fruit trees and lush planting. Bingo. That this house (BTW we're in Studio City).
So yesterday we bought a Havaheart trap and set it out. None of us slept as we waited to hear the snap of the cage from the kitchen. We put peanut butter and good, smelly cheese inside.
Oh, yes, we were visited again and this time our friend ate up a flower and sh*t again on the floor, but avoided the trap. We're trying again tonight and can't wait to show you a picture when we finally catch him.