THanks for the suggestion, Dave.I asked my husband this morning, since he observed everything the rat-wrangler did, if this happened again, would he feel like he could handle it himself. He didn't answer...which is his way of saying Nyet without disappointing me (e, it's a guy thing...for guys born before 1950...). But this electronic gizmo looks like a good possibility.What about Moi, you say? Well, in my first sublet in NYC (I lived there for a year and a half to babysit for my grandson while DD was in grad school, up until about 6 months ago), I had a mouse problem. My son-in-law bought, baited, and set out traps for me. When the first mouse was caught (BAM! in the night a few feet from my bed--no, I didn;t sleep much-), he came over before going to work to dispose of it and reset the trap. I note that he's a cancer researcher and accustomed to handling dead rodents(!). But then he went on a business trip. A couple nights later, a much bigger mouse was caught in the trap. I overcame my revulsion enough to put on a rubber glove, drop the trap, dead mouse & all, into a plastic bag, tie it up, carry it down 2 flights of stairs to the basement where the trash is kept, and throw it away. Ugh.I figured out where I thought mice were getting in and covered it with duct tape, which did the trick. But, horrible as the experience was (the first time I saw a mouse was on top of the stove, rattling a pan!) that was just a lil ole mouse in an apartment that I didn't own. But a rat...oy!I always say "Old age--it's not for sissies!" Now I'm thinking the same of home ownership!!
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