I have placed rat poison cubes at strategic locations, in the hope of killing my sworn Enemy, the Rat Bastard that has been crawling about in my basement shall soon be no more.
To all those rodents who think they can wake me up at 3:00 AM and scare the living daylights out of me:
Your days are numbered.
evil cackle
Hopefully there’s no place down there where he can crawl back into the wall and die. Talk about having the last word…
Joe K is right. You may need some fly paper if your soon-to-be-poisoned rat does not die in a convenient location. A single rat carcass can feed a hundred fly maggots.
Also be careful that other animals do not have access to the poison. My wolf hybrid nearly died after getting into some rat bait a while back.
You do want to be rid of the little beasty. They have been known to chew through electrical insulation and start house fires because of this. Living in an old wooden Victorian house, this is something I utterly dread.
Good luck, I hope it works. We had rats in our garage at home a few years back and set up rat baits in strategic places and had a few spare boxes of ratsac sitting on one of the shelves up the back.
We checked every few days hoping that we’d find the carcass and finally be rid of the problem. We had some encouraging signs when we saw bite marks in the baits but still no dead rat.
Fast forward a few weeks and I’ve gone out to check on the situation only to find a whole had been chewed in the bottom of the spare ratsac box and most of the contents gone, but alas, still no dead rat.
We did eventually kill, through sheer luck I ran over the thing reversing out of the garage. I still can’t for the life of me work out how he ate all that poison and lived to tell the tale though.
Hope you have more luck than me.
Not only that – it (hopefully it’s only one) will simply stink like hell. We’ve had a squirrel or a bird – something – fall inside the wall a few years back; we heard it clawing about. Soon after the racket ended, a rotting stench ensued that didn’t leave the utility room (at least it was there) for three months or so. Animals in the wall – not good.
Would flypaper hold down an angry, panicky rat? Don’t they make sticky foot-glue things for rodents? I guess I’m just a bit unfamiliar with flypaper. I mean, I hear those damned things can gnaw through lead pipes…
Oh, and just out of curiousity – do Rat Bastards come in colors like their pet store counterparts do?
There was a Cristopher Walken movie I saw one on HBO. (I can’t find it in the IMDB) It was basically a retelling of Moby Dick but with a rat. Needless to say Mr. Walken was quite insane by the end of the film.
Good Luck!
Get a python, that should do the trick 
I had a rat crawling around in the wall behind my bathroom vanity a few months back. I don’t know if his parents were married or not but he managed to do some damage, eating part of a hearing aid and other assorted things. Caught him with a humane trap baited with peanut butter on a cracker. A couple weeks later another one turned up and by this time I was not feeling so humane so I used the same bait on a spring loaded rat trap and killed that sumbitch.
I recommend borrowing a cat with claws from a friend, preferabbly an experienced mouser/ratter. I’m sure some of you will jump me for advocated the use of one animal against another, you won’t have to worry about the rat going behind walls or other large objects to die, and the cat is likely to discover if there are more than just the one rat running around. This also prevents having to keep dangerous chemicals out in the open where other hapless animals could eat them, like Zenster’s pup.
We have a houseful of cats. And we had a rat. We named him George.
He lived in the ceiling and would periodically make forays into the kitchen. His poop was the size of my pinky nail. We could hear him walking across the ceiling. The cats would watch the corner of the kitchen and then watch the ceiling.
No amount of persuasion could make them hunt the rat. “Why don’t you leave food for George?” You could tell that the traitorous felines had assumed he was part of the family. “George needs love too.” George needed to get the heck out of my house!
He blithely ignored the snappy traps. He took sticky traps with him. So we blocked off all entrances from the ceiling into the kitchen. And Mr Vena boldly went into the ceiling space to find George. Mr Vena came down real quick. George was big - B I G big. So poison packets were tossed liberally about. And the ceiling blocked off again. And soon the walking stopped. We had to take down the side soffet and eave on the house to get George’s body. He was 18 inches long (25 in with tail) and weighed about 8 pounds.
And the cats still are angry at us for killing their cousin, George.
Am I the only one here who feels like singing, *Ben, the two of us need look no more . . . *?
: peering around : Hmm, apparently so.
And my GOD, DeVena!!!
Are you sure that “George” wasn’t, like, some other creature? A baby buffalo, maybe?
Nope - Rattus rattus (all those zoology classes actually put to use). But it was the RAT KING PIMP DADDY, he had to have been very old. We found where he had chewed his way INTO the house. Glad we made him comfortable so that his stay was a pleasant one!!
A couple of the poison cubes are missing.
I saw the rat today, crawling in an uncharacteristicly slow manner, eventually working his way underneath the couch.
I picked up my metal baseball bat to hit it, but I couldn’t bring myself to swing, even though I could have. I don’t have the heart to kill it directly.
Then avoid the sticky traps. I lived in a crappy little duplex, with a cat downstairs. Big Mamma moved in with me and used the bathroom rug as her maternity ward. Cold winter, warm bathroom. The landlady didn’t understand why I had a mouse or what she was supposed to do about it. They bought two tiny little snap traps, smaller than Big Mama’s body. They worked for the babies.
I tried the sticky traps, but oh, man “squeek” “squeek” “squeek” sounds so pathetic when you’re a wimp who can’t handle clunking them on the head. I also tried a rat trap but didn’t get her with it.
I ended up getting d-con. I think Big Mama moved on but the babies didn’t know how to get out.
If you can find the entry place once the rat is gone, stuff it up with steel wool. I bought a very fine grade and no more mice moved in with me.
I moved shortly after the bat was in my bedroom.
The best way to kill rats is the good ol’ rat trap. Nothing better than snapping the bastards in two!
I agree with Monster104. Nothing like strategic placement of good old snap traps to do the trick.
I hope your problem is solved, at any rate.
Are you sure it was Walken? I remember Peter Weller in “Of Unknown Origin”, which is a Man vs. Rat flick with one man, one rat, and a lot of collateral damage. IMDB does have that one listed.
I loved that movie, very cathartic.