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A few months back I got us a gas griddle. That thing's nice. It's a smaller version of the Rhode Island-sized cooking surface they use at the Waffle House. It even came with a place to put a roll of paper towels and a trash bag.
I thought maybe the bag and the towels was just a sexy plus until I used the griddle. Yep, that's very handy if not necessary. Lots of wiping going on while using that griddle. So there's a bag of greasy towels hanging there. The past couple weeks brought about a mystery. The used towels were escaping from that bag and migrating around the understructure of that griddle assembly.
To skip the story about how long I was puzzled about it, it's a rat. One rat, the same one every time,based on evidence gathered at the scene. It's coming onto the screened porch and having its fun and then leaving. It is not living on the porch. There was a hole in the decking where the garden hose runs down and to the outside. Whoever made the hole cut it generously large. So the rat climbs up the hose onto the porch and then out again. I spent about an hour yesterday fabricating a patch and cramming wedges in the leftover gaps. There. Problem solved.
Unit already said, "Just throw away the used towels every time you finish cooking, don't leave them out there." Nope, that's MY porch and that rat is coming in there whether there's used towels out there or not. Now it's a contest between me and this rat I've never seen. This morning, after the deck patch, he's been at it again.
There's only one other access place, hard to image big enough, where the outside door is hung crooked. Whoever built the porch made it look like I built it, crooked and un-level.
Sanctions are over. This is now war. Tomorrow I'll post a photo of a dead rat's tail hanging out of this thing. I'll put it inside the griddle frame so Kenny won't stick his paw into the hole and get his arm broken.
I thought maybe the bag and the towels was just a sexy plus until I used the griddle. Yep, that's very handy if not necessary. Lots of wiping going on while using that griddle. So there's a bag of greasy towels hanging there. The past couple weeks brought about a mystery. The used towels were escaping from that bag and migrating around the understructure of that griddle assembly.
To skip the story about how long I was puzzled about it, it's a rat. One rat, the same one every time,based on evidence gathered at the scene. It's coming onto the screened porch and having its fun and then leaving. It is not living on the porch. There was a hole in the decking where the garden hose runs down and to the outside. Whoever made the hole cut it generously large. So the rat climbs up the hose onto the porch and then out again. I spent about an hour yesterday fabricating a patch and cramming wedges in the leftover gaps. There. Problem solved.
Unit already said, "Just throw away the used towels every time you finish cooking, don't leave them out there." Nope, that's MY porch and that rat is coming in there whether there's used towels out there or not. Now it's a contest between me and this rat I've never seen. This morning, after the deck patch, he's been at it again.
There's only one other access place, hard to image big enough, where the outside door is hung crooked. Whoever built the porch made it look like I built it, crooked and un-level.
Sanctions are over. This is now war. Tomorrow I'll post a photo of a dead rat's tail hanging out of this thing. I'll put it inside the griddle frame so Kenny won't stick his paw into the hole and get his arm broken.
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