Remember these guys? Here are some priests in Georgia suffering from a home invasion.
Check the blog Southern Orders.
The latest in the saga:
This is rat central and I have an update for you on the rectory wanderings of Ben and Socrates. The last straw two weeks ago has led us to put poison out. Have they eaten it? Maybe, but they are immune evidently! It must be like crack to them!
The latest terror is that our parochial vicar, Fr. Justin ate some Zaxby’s chicken on Monday night, my day off when I go to Augusta for rat respite! He placed his bones (the chicken’s) in the carry out Styrofoam container, closed it, place that in its plastic bag and tied it shut and placed that in a open kitchen plastic garbage can in the TV room which is in our living quarters on the top floor of the rectory. The office is on the main floor, our kitchen and dining room are the ground floor.
Yesterday, Fr. Justin noticed that the bag of discarded chicken bones had been opened, a hole had been eaten through the Styrofoam container of bones and that every bone including a used pack of blue cheese was missing. The light weight garbage container was still upright!
Fr. Justin moved the couch and behind it was strewn the chewed on chicken bones and the blue cheese packet licked clean. All that was left were rat droppings marking the stash of bones. It was quite shocking to see!
Last night we placed all kinds of traps and poisons on the third floor, only to discover this morning that of the four traps we set, all had the food removed from them and the traps not sprung!
This is diabolical. I suffer now from current and post traumatic stress syndrome. I don’t sleep well at night and dread going to the kitchen in the morning to fix breakfast. I go to my mother’s house in Augusta and hear a sound there and think she has rats too! I go on retreat and the same thing occurs.
This is war and I think I’m losing it!
I think they need to do that Prex deprecatoria again.
I have real sympathy for these fellows. I had a particularly difficult mouse once. It could take the peanut butter right off the traps. But it couldn’t dig the peanut out of the metal loop… heh heh. They just can’t resist peanut butter.
Say a prayer against the rat.
In the meantime, I bet some of you have experience.
And does anyone have a sturdy Rat Terrier they could lend these men?
After a long day of battling rat infestation, relax with a piping hot WDTPRS mug brimming with Mystic Monk Coffee.
Once you taste its rich savory goodness, it won’t be brimming for long!
And I have it on special authority that rats – like liberals – are annoyed by both WDTPRS and Mystic Monk Coffee!
Not just Monk… Mystic Monk.
How about sending those priests some coffee?
I am sending them two large Say The Black – Do The Red mugs.