That didn’t take long. One week of coexistence, and the packrats must go. The key letter in that decision is the “s”. I distinctly heard two packrats at work in separate locations, and where there’s two, well, the problem is about to be fruitful and multiply.
I got a live trap, and Omega-3 and his girlfriend are about to be relocated. I’m going to take them out on a firewood trip and release them, and to be extra nice, I’m going to bag up all the cardboard and grape leaves they’ve been gathering and bring that along too, to give them a head start on their new lives in the woods. It is starting to get cold; I understand their motivation.
They really haven’t been a problem yet, except for the noise. I can’t believe something so small can make such a racket. Although, they probably feel the same about me in the daytime. Could you cut it out with the air nailer over there? We’re trying to sleep here! Big night ahead of us.