We have rats in our attic. Well, I am pretty sure we do. There is something up there for sure. All of the scampering and furniture-moving noises that we hear tell me so. Our bug guy was certain we would grab a rat or two with some strategically placed traps. No luck.
A week or two ago he placed a poison box near the suspected entrance. Thursday I discovered a smell. To me, it smelled like a combination of dirty diapers and trash. I emptied every trash can in the house. I changed the kitty litter. It STILL smelled. I opened up the house and lit candles. It was gross. My sister came over after all of this work and the second she walked in she said, "It smells weird in here." Glad I wasn't the only one. After living with the stench for a while it dawned on me that a critter could have eaten the poison and then died in my attic.
The next day our bug guy came over with the intent of going in the attic to search for the death. As he is climbing the ladder to go into the attic we hear this terrible crashing sound. The Peach comes screaming around the corner (the sight scared her) and we rush around the corner to find our bug guy on the ground, ladder down, and a big dent in the wall. The dude didn't open the ladder when he set it up. He just leaned it against the wall. Who does that?? Anyway, now we have this to see every time we walk down our hall:
Fortunately all that was hurt was our wall. Unfortunately after all of that he didn't find any dead vermin. He did say that the smell isn't noticeable in the attic. But it is STRONG in one of our closets. He thinks that it fell down a wall. Great. A decomposing rat in our wall. Basically, unless we want to start cutting into the wall to find the source of the odor, we get to live with that stink for another week or so.
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