There is a small out-building at my office used to hold garbage between pickups. It has a rodent problem.
This morning I pointed out to the landlord that there are a lot of mice in the building. To deal with the problem, this afternoon the landlord gave each tenant a key to the out-building, a sharp knife, and a letter of instruction.
You can guess what I thought when I was given a key and a knife.
After I stopped laughing, I read the letter, which set out that he is laying out poison to deal with the mice, and handing out knives to encourage tenants to dismantle their boxes for recycling pickup.
I’m going to ask the office manager if there will be a training seminar on knife fighing with mice.
Your landlord is a moron. Everyone knows you should use a cudgel on rodents. A mace will do, too, but they’re a bit messy. Your landlord needs to find a better smithy.
Actually, I’ve been fond of a story I remember reading somewhere about an enterprising engineering tinkering type who decided to try to electrify the kitchen floor in his/her apartment. And, umm, put a little too much voltage into the system. (If anyone else remembers this, I’d love a link.)