Órale Homes',
Sound's like Iron River Michigan.......with-out the Rat's and Chicago style pizza and Authentic Comida (food) Mexicano!!!
Bobbo 77'
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Country living...........sucks
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Órale Homes',
Sound's like Iron River Michigan.......with-out the Rat's and Chicago style pizza and Authentic Comida (food) Mexicano!!!
Bobbo 77'
Findlay is more or less rich folk suburbia.....and I am looking into the middle to mid-high areas.
Gangs aren't a problem, and it is small enough to avoid most of the rush.
Cats do help a lot. But he wont hunt very succesfully as a kitten, give it about a month before he starts bringing you back presents and setting them on the front porch.
Just found another mouse in one of the traps. That makes 5 in 2 days. Man, I am SO sick of this.
Plan is for him to be a house cat, unless he has problems that can't be corrected (spraying). He'll be evicted to outdoors if that ends up being the case.
Oh, well, if you let him out he will kill the ones outside, and prevent them from reappearing inside after he kills them in there. Litter boxes really smell terrible, and I always found it kinda cruel to keep a cat locked up inside. My cat stays out all day and comes in at night.
My closest neighbor is a farmer, and there's a lot more for him to do around there than here. I dont think he would stick around long.
I vote pellet rifle, thats what I do to the chipmunks and the mice here. I'll tell ya if your not a good shot you will have some pretty nasty holes in the floor.
The only place I have seen any real rodent problem is in Honduras *tegucigalpa, man those damn rats were as big as my full grown cat. There was a more pressing issue of the mosquitos though.
The only place I have seen any real rodent problem is in Honduras *tegucigalpa, man those damn rats were as big as my full grown cat. There was a more pressing issue of the mosquitos though.
I guess it's an age thing...I'm 38 and looking at property in the country. I'm sick of Atlanta's traffic, having to work my heavy duty clutch in my truck...leg starts to shake after 5 miles of in and out with it..lol
All the noise, the red lights etc...I WANT my neighbors far from my house....If I have a party, no-one complains, if I want to walk outside in my undies to let the dog out, I don't get that weird look from the neighbor thats 25 feet away. NO traffic...just got to watch for deer. Cleaner air.....Oh yea!!
I grew up hanging out in Atl. and the 'burbs. I am so ready for the change.
And hey, no pizza joint???? Great way to get your own business...right?
All the noise, the red lights etc...I WANT my neighbors far from my house....If I have a party, no-one complains, if I want to walk outside in my undies to let the dog out, I don't get that weird look from the neighbor thats 25 feet away. NO traffic...just got to watch for deer. Cleaner air.....Oh yea!!
I grew up hanging out in Atl. and the 'burbs. I am so ready for the change.
And hey, no pizza joint???? Great way to get your own business...right?
Yes, country does have it perks....no way would I want to live in a big city. I am talking small city (but expanding - was the fastest growing city in the US a couple years ago). Population is about 40,000.
When my grandmother was dying of cancer, several of my cousins confronted me as a group and informed me that, as the oldest grandson, it was my duty to take over the family farm.
I said " NOOOOOOOOOOooooo! I like living in a sleepy little community of only a third of a million people. I never want to live out in the sticks again. I remember what it was like!"
But I knew that my wife is more traditionally-minded than I am, so I was afraid she would say "Well, it IS your duty." But fortunately she had grown up in a similarly small town and said "Eeeeew No."
We passed on it, and my cousin David, the second oldest grandson, moved in, so all is well.
But while I was worried that she would feel we had to move there, I had come up with a list of reasons that living in a really small town sucks. I found the list weeks later and decided to use it so I wrote a song.
And everything I complain about in this song is for real. Think of it as a 'Practically True Story' (I heard someone use that phrase the other day and I dug it. I may have to use it in a song, too.)
Small Towns
Just a tiny piece of land,
Hard, red clay and sand,
Handed down in my family, to me.
Well God blessed the working man.
But I don't have farmers hands.
So I moved away, to where I'm supposed to be.
Mama says that I've got neon in my veins.
But I remember a strip of weeds growing right down the center of Main,
And a dog, sleeping in the intersection.
Was that Elm Street and Clark?
I belong in this big city,
But that small town's in my heart.
Uncle John still builds hot rods.
Twenty years in the same job.
Back home, where you're put is where you stay.
The sisters both teach school,
And complain about new rules
And they'll tell you that they worry about kids today.
Mama says that I've got neon in my veins.
But I remember a strip of weeds growing right down the center of Main.
And a dog sleeping in the intersection.
Was that Peachtree and Clark?
I belong in this big city.
But that small town's in my heart.
Everyone sees Dr. Worth.
Any time that they get hurt.
'Cause he's the only doc for miles around.
The whole town knows he drinks.
But everybody thinks.
That they're lucky to have a Doctor there in town.
Mama says that I've got neon in my veins.
But I remember a strip of weeds growing right down the center of Main.
And a dog sleeping in the intersection
Was that Maple and Clark?
I belong in this big city.
But that small town's in my heart.
The whole town knows that Dan
Is dating once again.
Because his car was parked at Mary Ann's.
His divorce was such a shame.
And Julie is to blame.
'Cause we all heard what she did with that guy, Ken.
Mama says that I've got neon in my veins
But I remember a strip of weeds growing right down the center of Main.
And that dog sleeping in the intersection.
It was Clark and Pecan
A small town ain't no place to be.
But it's a great place to be from.
I said " NOOOOOOOOOOooooo! I like living in a sleepy little community of only a third of a million people. I never want to live out in the sticks again. I remember what it was like!"
But I knew that my wife is more traditionally-minded than I am, so I was afraid she would say "Well, it IS your duty." But fortunately she had grown up in a similarly small town and said "Eeeeew No."
We passed on it, and my cousin David, the second oldest grandson, moved in, so all is well.
But while I was worried that she would feel we had to move there, I had come up with a list of reasons that living in a really small town sucks. I found the list weeks later and decided to use it so I wrote a song.
And everything I complain about in this song is for real. Think of it as a 'Practically True Story' (I heard someone use that phrase the other day and I dug it. I may have to use it in a song, too.)
Small Towns
Just a tiny piece of land,
Hard, red clay and sand,
Handed down in my family, to me.
Well God blessed the working man.
But I don't have farmers hands.
So I moved away, to where I'm supposed to be.
Mama says that I've got neon in my veins.
But I remember a strip of weeds growing right down the center of Main,
And a dog, sleeping in the intersection.
Was that Elm Street and Clark?
I belong in this big city,
But that small town's in my heart.
Uncle John still builds hot rods.
Twenty years in the same job.
Back home, where you're put is where you stay.
The sisters both teach school,
And complain about new rules
And they'll tell you that they worry about kids today.
Mama says that I've got neon in my veins.
But I remember a strip of weeds growing right down the center of Main.
And a dog sleeping in the intersection.
Was that Peachtree and Clark?
I belong in this big city.
But that small town's in my heart.
Everyone sees Dr. Worth.
Any time that they get hurt.
'Cause he's the only doc for miles around.
The whole town knows he drinks.
But everybody thinks.
That they're lucky to have a Doctor there in town.
Mama says that I've got neon in my veins.
But I remember a strip of weeds growing right down the center of Main.
And a dog sleeping in the intersection
Was that Maple and Clark?
I belong in this big city.
But that small town's in my heart.
The whole town knows that Dan
Is dating once again.
Because his car was parked at Mary Ann's.
His divorce was such a shame.
And Julie is to blame.
'Cause we all heard what she did with that guy, Ken.
Mama says that I've got neon in my veins
But I remember a strip of weeds growing right down the center of Main.
And that dog sleeping in the intersection.
It was Clark and Pecan
A small town ain't no place to be.
But it's a great place to be from.
Unless you enclose rats such that they have no choice due to starvation they usually won't touch your usual "snap traps" - they're too smart. The trick is to close all entry and exit points (in our last house it was a torn crawlspace vent cover - in the middle of the city), and then trap.
As for mice - you'll have 'em. I've never had a house that didn't, not in the middle of the city or out in the country.
They're there too...
I killed two in mine crawlspace, and had 4-5 living under my shed...
...in Hillsboro, Oregon - the very definition of Suburbia.
I think you need to (1) get a cat, and (2) spend a day or two under that mobile home with a caulking gun. You may not WANT to spend time plugging the holes, but that's what you need to do.
I live in the middle of a huge city, and in a semi-detached. I get mice every once/while, though I've done a lot of renovating that has made a big difference with plugging holes etc. Here's what I think: Caulking won't help. Get steel wool and metal tape - stuff and tape as much as you can. Poison baits seem to just attract more and the stuff you get @ a hardware store ain't strong enough. Kill traps are the only answer. And clean up after yourself and your pets - no dishes in the sink/on the counter/stove etc. Pick up or put away your pets food if they don't finish it before you go to bed. Do your best to move far away from the dump! FYI - there's also rats around in garbage cans etc. For that I use poison in my shed, but I don't know how much it's helping. And if you ask me squirrels are just as disgusting as rats. Tree rats. People see them in the park, think it's cute and feed them, but scream bloody murder if they see a rat.
I would indeed do this, but it seems pointless. The whole bottom of the place is covered with like a 9 mil plastic as a vapor barrier covering the insulation, and floor. Unless I covered the entire bottom of the place, I don't think it would be of great help.
Actually, I found them to be quite effective. The downside is...when this was a problem with rats last year, one died in the duct work which required a reciprocating saw through the floor to get to it to get it out, nasty. My dog pointed out something of interest behind the dryer while the wife was doing laundry one day. Thinking one of his tennis balls must have rolled behind there, she pulled the dryer out to find another dead rat. Disgusting. But alas, the poison ended the problem last year anyway.
Yep. I've caught 5 mice in the damn house in the last 3 days using snap traps, and apparently I have a pretty crafty one who was able to completely clean the peanut butter off of the trap last night without setting it off. I've also had great luck with the glue traps with both mice, and last years rat visitors. It's pretty cruel and makes me feel bad, but the bastards gotta go. I did catch one rat in a snap trap, and that was interesting. I thought the wife was up late at night mad about something, and throwing stuff around the kitchen to find a freaking rat trying to remove a big plastic neck tie.
Kind of goes without saying. The wife is a neat freak, much more so than I.
Check. The pet food is also stored in large containers that are clamped shut.
I am looking at 12-15 miles
I can not WAIT until I can do so. I am not sure why buying this place ever seemed like a good idea, but 4-5 years ago it seemed like a fast easy way to get into something new, and (relatively) nice. Live and learn.I am with that camp lol. Next to snakes, I don't think there is much else I hate more than freaking rats. Mice piss me off and I want them gone, but rats are a whole nother story. The first time I saw a rat in the house, I spent two hours trying to find a way to make him dead. I saw him run behind the stove. Opened up the bottom drawer and saw his shadow sitting in the back just looking at me. Bastard. I don't have a huge range of fire power....a spring loaded bb gun that just stings, which would do no good. I actually fired up my air compressor and unloaded a brad nailer at him semi automatic style, while wearing my best stomping boots, and holding a 20oz hammer. He just sat there looking at me. I actually considered my 20 gauge to end the problem, but though the better of firing it in the kitchen, into a gas stove none the less. Did I mention I hate rats? I ended up scaring him which caused it to climb into the side of the stove, inside the paneling where the insulation is, but not in the stove itself. I ran the damn thing on broil for 45 minutes trying to heat him out waint outside with hammer and boots, but no luck. This was all going on between 3-5am. I went to menards at 6am after giving up...and bought some glue traps. I set it so there was no way he could get back out of the stove without stepping in it, and went to bed. Within and hour, to me delight I heard him in the kitchen screaming for his life.
Then again, I don't suppose I would be too happy about squirrels in the house either.
We NORMALLY have about 13(nice number) cats and 4 or 5 dogs who get along with cats outside. About once per month one can be seen chowing down on a mouse. All larger critters(the ones that steal food and dig ankle-breaking craters) get barked into a corner or otherwise spotted and meet Mr. Marlin the .22 launcher. Snakes around here(rattlers and various king snakes) also lower the mouse population.
We HAVE used a powerful BB gun INDOORS with good results. You MUST be an EXCELLENT shot and the placement is critical. Our last one like this was years ago when a large mouse ran under our sofa. On the count of 3 I lifted the sofa, 12 year old son(then) spotted it and made a perfect headshot(NOT a carpeted floor).
We HAVE used a powerful BB gun INDOORS with good results. You MUST be an EXCELLENT shot and the placement is critical. Our last one like this was years ago when a large mouse ran under our sofa. On the count of 3 I lifted the sofa, 12 year old son(then) spotted it and made a perfect headshot(NOT a carpeted floor).
