Crunch, crunch, crunch. I wake up slightly from my midnight dreams. Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch. What the heck is that? Crunch, crunch, crunch. It’s not a cat playing with a ball. Crunch, crunch, crunch. I get up, grab my flashlight, open the bedroom door to find 5 kitties squatting on the floor in front of the dishwasher, two more are squatting on the counter above it. I do not have a picture because, well, it was midnight and I wasn't happy. Ten laser beam eyes look at me in silence. Crunch, crunch, crunch turns their eyes back to the dishwasher where the sound, now 10 times louder, is coming from.
Dilemma – do I let the wood chomping rodent finish it’s job boring a hole into my house where upon it will immediately meet it’s death at the claws and teeth of 9 cats? Tempting. Do I scare it away and later attempt to poison it’s crunching life away. Ghastly, but it was midnight and I was unhappy. Or, do I…crunch, crunch, crunch. BAM, BAM, BAM! Thrown back into the midnight glare of reality, I bang my fist on the dishwasher. Lesser cats go scrambling as three remain glued, staring in silence at the long dead dishwasher. BAM, BAM, BAM! I pound once more for good measure. The four of us stand united with bare feet and paws in a dwindling pool of yellow light streaming from my flashlight, listening to silence, DP still fast asleep.
Uneasy, but temporarily satisfied, I go back to bed and listen myself to sleep. The next day DP placed traps around the house in strategic locations (she used to kill bugs for a living). Four or five midnight pounding days later – success!
We gave him a one way ticket to the transfer station the next town over. We hope he has a better life 5 miles away.
DP reset the trap. You never know, there may be relatives. Sleep tight!