I’VE WRITTEN often here of my dislike of the peach tree that sits in our yard, most recently in Damnable Fruit.
But my dislike was fueled by the necessity to pick up the endless carpet of peaches that falls to the grass and rots.
My child bride loves the tree and the fruit, but she does next to nothing with the picking up.
Now there’s another reason to loathe the peach tree.
They are common in Mexico. You see them a lot.
But we had rarely seen them inside the Hacienda property walls in spite of a couple of suspicious burrows that I’ve noticed for years in the yard. However, for the last few weeks, rat sightings have become daily events.
I wondered why until two days ago when I spotted one run out from beneath a huge aloe vera bush, snatch a peach, and run back into the bush’s confines.
We’ve provided a peach buffet.
We thought there was only one out there, a very big bugger, until we spotted another yesterday that was noticeably smaller. I have taken action, but the action so far has been stymied by the incessant rainfall of summer.
I purchased poison powder and sprinkled it around the two holes, but the rain quickly neutralizes that plan. I then bought a couple of sticky things that trap little rat footsies.
That too, I discovered today, fails to work if the glue has been rained on. That leaves the old standby, the mechanical trap, the traditional, fall-back method.
I’ll buy a couple of those today. Some hard cheese too.
Of course, the best solution would be to uproot the cursed peach tree, but I’d likely be divorced if I did that. Just can’t win.
But the rats are winning. So far.