OMG I LOVE that there is a thread for this my next door neighbours are
bleeping insane!
Last year we noticed (what we thought was) a baby mouse running under our shed. Cute we thought. We’d just watched The Green Mile. We called it Mr Jingles. We guessed one of our 2 cats would get it, otherwise it would go back to the field at the end of our street where it presumably came from. We didn’t keep anything at all that it could eat in our garden, so Google said it will leave. Great.
Fast forward to a few weeks later, and no that is definitely not a mouse anymore, that’s a rat. And hang on a minute, that’s it’s Mum. And Dad. And brothers
. And they’re running between ours and next doors garden! At the end of their garden was a little rockery with a
standard Buddha on top of it that the rats were nesting in, I kept seeing them go between our garden and theirs, right into that rockery. Then I noticed a water bowl next to it, and they were still putting birdseed out despite my husband going mentioning that they should remove it as the rats will be eating it. I was really wound up as my son had JUST started walking and I didn’t feel comfortable with him going in the garden walking because by this point the rats were
bleeping MASSIVE and would even venture to our closed back door to see if there were any scraps of food.
Anyway off my husband went again to mention they needed to take their bird seed down, but this time he got the lady not her husband, and she told him in no uncertain terms that she wouldn’t be removing anything, that they were friendly and she loved them and they were perfectly safe. When he told her they carry diseases this absolute nutter told him that that is
a conspiracy, that the plague wasn’t caused by rats but was man made. While shocked, we laughed it off and decided they were mad but we’d put poison down instead, and rid of them that way.
The clever little bastards figured out that we’d put poison under the shed, stopped going under there and instead just started chilling on our grass. We were thinking that our cats were absolutely useless when one day, when carrying my son upstairs to change his nappy, there it was. A dead rat, the size of a
bleeping rugby ball in the middle of my hall. My husband, really pissed off that a disease ridden animal was decomposing in our hallway went next door to tell them they had to remove the food NOW, that they were putting our child at risk and we’d had enough. And on she went again on a rant that they were fine, our cats were murderers and theyd killed
her rats. He came home, put the dead vermin in a plastic bag, knocked on her door and chucked it in her hallway and said there’s
your rat!
Poison got the cunts in the end.
We still haven’t spoken to them