Last Friday, an Alaska Airlines flight out of Seattle was delayed because a rat was seen scurrying in the cabin. Our county health department provides helpful advice if a rat swims up your sewer lines into your toilet.
We even have a neighborhood nicknamed “Rat City.” Rats are featured in the popular Underground Tour of Seattle, and I believe are part of Seattle culture as much as Douglas firs and coffee.
Not long after Schwartz killed our pet snake, I discovered some evidence in our basement of rats.
They had found some secret stashes of dog food samples and treats and chewed their way in. I called the exterminator and he went through the usual routine of setting bait and traps and dutifully returned once a week to look for results. We suspected they were living in the basement ceiling, and Schwartz did his part letting us know that now we were on to something.
The exterminator finally decided that it was time to open the ceiling and pull out the rat’s nest once and for all. As he got to work unscrewing the screws that held the panel in place, Schwartz watched him carefully. As he tipped the panel down to slide out the rat’s nest, down it came, full of leaves and sawdust and lots of rat poop and there in the middle one big live rat. As it hit the floor it took off at a run, but Schwartz was on the case. He had the rat immediately. In one pounce he stopped the rat. The exterminator did the rest.
The exterminator was very excited and proud to tell me this story.