Woody The Bushy Tailed Wood Rat, Part 2!

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Woody, he is very cute. The thing is, he ate my new BBQ. This is the shiny chrome one we bought this summer, that is still not paid for. This is the big 4 burner BBQ, the one big enough to do meat and veggies for parties and more people than just us four.

We chased Woody away, good heartedly patched up all the wires he chewed up. We cleaned all the mouse poop and pee with antibacterial stuff, bleach, you name it. I shined it all up again with vinegar. We had to splice wires because we were unable to buy parts for it. We burned it for over an hour at 500 degrees. Last night, we BBQed burgers, feeling like the world was right again.

WRONG!!!!!!!!!

Woody, you stubborn little shit!

Hubby came home from work today, and went out back on the deck, and immediately noticed that the cover for the BBQ had been chewed even more. He slowly took off the cover, and guess who was there?? That's right, WOODY THE FUCKING BUSHY TAILED WOODRAT a.k.a. "A Packrat."

He or maybe she had already peed all over the BBQ again. He had already started making a new nest on top of the grill. Who knows if he has chewed up with wiring again. I'm afraid if we don't get rid of Woody, we are going to have Woody and the Woodettes. Woody looks like a Woodina quite honestly, and a very knocked up Woodina at that.

We are going to try to trap it tomorrow. Take it up in the woods and let it try to make a go of it up there. Probably food for the hawks and owls, but at least it won't be a poisoned wood rat, and it won't be propagating in my BBQ!

So, Dear Woody, if you want to keep your happy little life, and I'm not a rat killer, but I draw the line at rat poop and pee in my Grill, I highly suggest that you realize just how serious I am. Run...far far away. Don't come back. We don't want you here. I might go buy a cat to show you just how much I don't want you here, living right by the entrance of my back door!