I live in China, used to be on the 9th floor. When I caught rats in the apartment, I got tired of taking them outside so I just started throwing them off the balcony. I threw one off in daylight, watched it plummet to the ground, get up and run right back into the building.

Then I got sticky traps - basically flypaper on a plywood backing. When I caught the first rat on one, I was now faced with the issue of what to do with it. I realized there was a reason they came two-to-a-pack --- I made a rat sandwich with them. It then got the bag treatment like the movie. I figured it was the most humane thing to do - nice & quick.

Good thinking Mayor.:thumb:

ew...

That is better than what I did to them; I used a hammer.

I cannot take that credit, but I will pass it on to my pal who made that ID for you. You're quite welcome, on his behalf.

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I love a man who knows his Norse mythology!
Funnily enough, I was telling my nephew stories of Loki when he was here last week. I think it came from walking in the snow. He liked the one about Loki getting pregnant. As indeed I did when I was his age!

Thanks re the film info - that came in under my radar. Not a big Marvel fan myself. I liked the DC (Vertigo) treatment of the various pantheons in The Sandman though.

I am nauseated, horrified, and nauseated all over again. Seriously, I want to puke. I'm honestly shuddering. Tulip, that may be the singularly most frightening thing I've seen in months. I will undoubtedly have nightmares.

oh stop it - she prolly just sat in some chocolate pudding at lunch

I'm hopin anyway - it helps with my gag reflex

Just a smelly fart or two will draw flies.

I believe that to be true and all, but what exactly are they getting rid of? I don't normally see bugs in my house anyway, unless its an errant fly or mosquito.

Im bettin she has trouble 'reaching' for good hygiene. I used to sell Men's Suits and had to fit them for alterations. Every so often I would have to deal with a customer who smelled of 'butt'. It was troubling. :greenface

But you loved measuring the inseam, didn't ya. ;)

I'm reminded of the joke about the guy who got two black eyes in church...

And I would be grossed out too, except my gross-out meter redlined instantly and tripped the breaker. Probably cooked the lines all the way back to the substation.

Actually, I loved telling them 'no' when they asked. It wasn't a necessary measurement. Just marked the hem and that was that. However, if someone wanted to buy finished pants and needed to know their inseam, I would give them an educated guess and was usually right, but I gave them two different lengths to try on just in case. Mostly, though, it wasn't an issue.

If you stash your dead hobos in the basement, eventually, you will have a fly problem.....