We have rats.
We live in an urban neighborhood, close to some great (and not-so great) restaurants that I am so sure empty their trash properly every night. I realize that rats happen in these situations. I used to fend them off in the "park" in DC.
However, they are invading our beautiful garden. I heard them running up and down the back wall, and the dog has been very interested in the corners of the garden.
So I bought two traps.
And caught two rats almost immediately.
I made Yen (poor vegetarian boyfriend) dispose of them, because I am like that. Were you listening when I told you what they are? RATS! I do not meddle with plague-bringers. He did come in and relay to me all the gory details with the glee of a twelve-year-old boy. Suffice it to say, one was big, one was small, and both were dead. If you really want to know the rest, I suggest not hearing it while nursing a hangover.
The moment I see one in the house, I am moving the fuck out. No rats for me. Not for as much rent as we pay.