One day last calendar week , we heard Mom say to Dad ( the feed room is right-hand by our pen ) , “ Did you employ the corn in this can that I set away for Carlotta ? ” He said no .
The next 24-hour interval when she came to feast us after our usage meter in the yard , part of our grain was blend . ma evidence Dad and he tell he wager a squirrel was storing our nutrient for a wintertime feast . Uzzi and I take care at each other and giggled . We bonk well — we knew it was Bubba the rat !
Tonight , Mom was running late at milking sentence , so she raced out and threw open up the provender room door . Bubba did n’t hear her derive , so he was standing on the grain bin big as you please . Bubba ran . Mom slam dance the door . Now there ’s a Havahart yap set for Bubba on the binful .

Bubba is aNorway rat , sometimes phone a dark-brown rat , barn bum or water git . Here are some thing you might not know about Bubba and his kinship group .
Courtesy National Park Service / Wikipedia CommonsBrown rat
Norway rats are n’t from Norway ; they originated in Mongolia and northern China . They spread throughout the world on gliding ship and came to North America around 1750 . They are gray or chocolate-brown . Most are up to 10 inches long with 10 inches more of tail , and they seldom live more than a year . Norway rat can discharge 50 feet without hurting themselves and swim up to ½ mile on the open or under water , even against strong current . They are nocturnal , have poor eyesight and are color unsighted , but they have unattackable senses of hearing , sense of smell , touch and taste sensation .

A single skunk leaves 25,000 droppings a yr ( who do you suppose counted all those droppings ? ) and rust just about anything he can receive . In 1964 , a human race named Martin Schein discovered that their favorite food are scrambled eggs , macaroni and Malva sylvestris , and cooked corn kernels . Their least dearie were raw beet ( yuck ! ) , peaches and in the buff celery .
human beings think rats are stupid , but that is n’t so . Rats have their own societal hierarchy so each strikebreaker has his office in the pack . They prepare one another , cuddle when they sleep , and play game with other rats like jump , chasing , tumbling and boxing .
mummy and Dad do n’t want blackleg to live in our provender way ( me neither , ’cause they eat on our grain ) , so when they catch Bubba , they ’ll let go him near an former , broken-down barn on a long - deserted farmstead where they have permission to relocate animal pests .

I ’ll brand a substance when Bubba get in the trap !
UPDATE : Bubba got caught in the gob ! ma and Dad ask him to his fresh home . Bye Bubba . Do n’t come back !
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