BlueBelle
Ahh it’s so hard to kill them just for being on your turf why nota humane trap and het it go into the wild
Nice thought, BlueBelle.
Years ago, my late husband and I had a house in France. One night, we were woken by scrabbling in the loft, which turned out to be a rat. We put a humane trap down and the next day, my husband took the rat to a place about two miles away, and let it out. (When we caught the rat, it’s tail had been caught in the drop-down door of the trap and had got a definite ‘kink’ in it).
Three nights later, we were once again woken by scrabbling, and, you’ve probably guessed it, when the culprit was caught, it was ‘our’ rat. We recognised it by the kinky tail. I wanted to put it down (I’d had enough, especially as I am not a lover of rats, but my husband refused).
The next morning, he drove it 20 miles away. Thankfully, that did the trick as, in the four following years we were there, we were never bothered again.