Pest Control

I believe it was 1980 and it had been a cold winter. Spring came in a fury, with storms and wind. One of the basement windows had been broken and Dad had covered it with a piece of wood to hold until he could get it repaired. It was a typical farm basement in a typical 80-year-old farm house, used to store home-processed food and other items. It was cold down there except where the laundry machines were.

I was a young teen-ager, assigned the task of washing clothes that stormy Saturday. There was a sound behind the dryer, just a little sound and certainly nothing to be alarmed about. Mice were a problem that year with as cold as it had been. Thinking it was nothing more than another nest of the little nasties, I went to the barn to get a cat.

The sweet kitty was instantly on alert when I lowered her to the floor. She poked around behind the dryer for a minute then ran screaming back up the stairs.

Very strange...

I got a flashlight, decided to check it out myself. I was met with a very large and very angry raccoon. Worse than that, she had a brand new litter of kits. She started screeching at me, charging, baring her teeth.

Anyone who has ever faced an angry coon knows that the best thing to do is get away quick. I wasn't that smart. When my parents came downstairs to find out what all the racket was about, they found me on the deep freeze with a broom in my hand, trying to keep the angry mama from getting me.

After a short chase and a few broken items, Dad managed to get her in a fishing net and then a large cooler we had nearby. I gathered up the babies and the bedding they'd been nested in and out of the house we went.

Dad talked about the most humane way to do them all in until he saw the look on my face. A coon on a farm is a bad thing. They eat eggs, kill chickens and have even been known to kill baby pigs. Dad's not a cruel man. He just didn't want to have to shoot the whole family of raccoons later when they got into the hen house.

We ended up taking them into the bluffs where they had a sporting chance on their own. That was one angry mama when opened the latch on the cooler. She shot out of there and attacked the truck. We were already safely inside. :D

Oh, and Dad fixed the window before sundown. :rolleyes:
 
When we first bought the place we're living in now we had an infestation of Cockroaches. When you walked into the place you worried about getting mugged. I decided I wasn't going to play and got the things I needed from the local stores.

Enough heavy gauge plastic to cover the windows and any other openings. Duct Tape, a bug sprayer and a can of Diazanon as well as a couple of cases of Bug Bombs.

We closed off all windows and doors but one and got to work. Every morning we were out at the place and I would set of ten bombs inside it. After I would spray under the trailer with the Diazanon. I did this every day for a week then aired the place out before going in and vacuuming up the evidence. We have not had a problem since.

Also when I moved into the place I found out the park was having a problem with Rattle Snakes. I found this out when I heard one of my neighbors screaming in her front yard while she was trying to hoist her more than ample frame onto the hood of her car. I ran over to find out what the problem was and she pointed to some bushes while saying something in Spanish. When I investigated I saw the tail end of the snake. I could see the rattles. I went back to my place and found a short length of copper pipe thin enough for me to bend and returned with that to the bushes. Within minutes I had hooked the snake out and caught it. I carried it home and took care of it.

Over the next month I caught ten more snakes in various areas around the park. It was only towards the end that anyone asked me what I was doing with the snakes. When I answered that I was killing and eating them my neighbor didn't believe me until I showed her the skulls and the packs of meat labeled "Snake" in my freezer.

We've only had two Rattle Snakes in our park in the past year.

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