Rats & mice

March 17, 2009

Forget Beatrix Potter and her sweet little animals dressed up like cuddly dolls, there is nothing attractive about mice.

They may play an important role in nature’s great story and if they stay outside as nature intended I’m happy to leave them to it. But once they skitter inside, as they inevitably do at this time of year, I declare war and I take no prisoners – when it comes to mice inside I aim to kill.

It’s not something I take any pleasure in, but it’s a job which has to be done and I do it. So, contrary to the stereotypes about women and mice I don’t leap on the nearest chair when I spot one. Instead I top up the poison which is left in various places accessible to mice but not children or other animals, bait several traps with peanut butter and wait.

It doesn’t usually take long before I start catching them and having baited and laid the traps it’s usually my job to empty them too which, thanks to the modern plastic ones can be done by pinching one end which lets the mouse fall out the other without having to touch it.

Only once have I been faced with a live mouse in a trap and that had been caught by a leg. Killing remotely by poison or trap is one thing, bloodying my hands by doing the deed directly is another but I couldn’t leave it to suffer until someone turned up to help. I decided drowning was the least painful way for the mouse and me so filled a bucket of water and dropped the trap in.

However  much I don’t like mice I can cope with them dead and alive but I have to confess that rats are another story.

I don’t take any comfort from the theory they’re more afraid of me than I am of them, because it that was the case they’d die of fright before they even saw me and the one I noticed sunning itself on the step by my front door the other day couldn’t have been more relaxed.

I backed away, summoned my farmer who grabbed a spade to dispatch it but it was too quick for him. He went to find the poison but we’d run out and we both forgot about it. But I’ve just been reminded again because the rat which I saw on Sunday or a close relative has just run up the side of the house.

It’s the outside but that’s still far too close for comfort.

Aaaaah!


We’ll help pay for yours if you help pay for ours

March 17, 2009

I’ll accept that we’re all going to pay for Auckland roads  if they’ll accept that we all need to pay towards the off-farm costs for the development of irrigation.

It’s all infrastructure which has a national benefit.


They still don’t get it

March 17, 2009

TV3 is still going on about the extra staff member for larger electorates because the funding covers not just wages but office costs too.

Well of course it does. If you have another electorate agent in a large electorate s/he needs a base, phone and computer to do the job.

Like Tracy Watkins  they still don’t get it.

As Macdoctor says:

This is money being spent on grassroots government, rather than policy think-tanks. This is money spent on public access to government rather than ministerial Limos.

The money is to help MPs service their impossibly large electorates and the biggest benefit is to the public not the politicians.

Maybe the reporters should leave Wellington and see for themselves just how difficult it is for people in the provinces to see an MP whose duties are spread over tens of thousands of square kilometres.


Top o’ the morning

March 17, 2009

It’s St Patrick’s Day.

He’s the patron saint of Ireland which is a good excuse to tell this true story:

My farmer was waiting for a receptionist at a hotel in Ireland when the bloke ahead of him asked if she could put his computer in the hotel safe.

The receptionist replied that the computer was too big, but she could put it beside the safe.

P.S. The Inquiring Mind celebrates St Paddy’s day with music.

UPDATE: He’s also got an Irish toast  and a cartoon.


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