We have a Toyota truck that many a young man would love to own. It’s a four-wheel drive, red and shiny – at least it was shiny when it was new 20 years ago. It’s still in good shape and still very popular. One of the residents of our neighbourhood even tried to move into it. I understand that some guys just want to talk “engines” but to build your home on top of the engine? That’s just plain crazy.
That was a while back, but apparently this Toyota truck is still popular. Today as our dog, Ruby, was going for a ride to the wharf with my husband, she didn’t want to get into the truck. This is a dog who perks up at the mention of the word “truck” and is in the cab before you get the door completely open. She hovered and paced around the outside of the front of the truck, sniffing and running from one side of the truck to the other. When my husband lifted the hood, he found what was so interesting. If you look carefully at the top right corner under the hood, you’ll see what smelled so enticing to Ruby.
He hitched a ride to the wharf and to the other side of town while my husband ran errands, and arriving back in our own yard, he was still clinging to the engine parts, not eager to leave his new home at all. He didn’t want to risk jumping down to make a run for it because Ruby was again, panting all around the hood of the truck, but I don’t understand why the rat didn’t jump down when the truck was parked in several other places before coming home again. Almost as if he knew those places weren’t his address.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he were still under the hood now, feeling safe, with plenty of wiring to chew through. Last time he chewed the hoses that supply the windshield washer fluid. Another time it was the wiring from the spark plugs. Rats like to chew things. I’m hoping this one likes to chew on peanut butter because that’s what’s in the trap that is now also taking up residence under the hood.
I hesitated to post this because it’s a bit embarrassing to admit there are rats in the yard, but they are all over town and their numbers are growing. Even some of the box stores and car dealerships have admitted to having a plague of them. As long as they don’t come into the house, I can co-exist with them, but we do have measures in place to try to deal with them. We would be overrun with them if we didn’t. For now, one little visitor makes for interesting conversation, at least until he is caught.
I’m sorry to say we have to get rid of this rat, but I already feel kind of bad for him. He’s so cute.
Newsflash: I just got the word that the rat has gone to heaven. My husband, being a fisherman, angled for him, got him out of the truck engine and when the rat spit the hook, Ruby killed it, so it didn’t suffer for long. (Sorry to have to tell you that.)
Apologies to all the “faint-of-heart” readers, but this is the reality of living in a place that isn’t “uptown” or “downtown” but rather “out of town.”