Sometimes you're the bug.
Be still my beating heart. It's spring! My favorite time of year. I've been holding back at the nurseries. Only planting perennials and bulbs and nothing that will freeze.
I've shown you the photo of the goldfish pond where gophers dumped their tunnel detritus. Their tunnels are all under the rocks so I can't lay traps properly. I can't even move some of the rocks. Now, big rats have taken over the tunnels. I caught one, but cookies, peanut butter, gummy bears and cheese don't tempt them. And yes, those rat traps hurt. The bird feeders have all been moved to the edge of the lake.
So, I went to the hardware store and bought clear tubing, so I could see when the water was coming near my guzzle. Who knew siphoning came so fast? And, you have to suck hard. Yes, you guessed it. The bacterial, amoebic fecal filled filthy swill went down my throat several times. I wish I had a picture of me holding the tubing down in the water and over the 8 foot drop trying to drain it. I got air in it several times and I had to start all over.
To my horror, those little menaces dumped a load of dirt that nearly fills half the goldfish pond. It would fill a wheelbarrow, which I don't have at the city house. Aye yay yay. And those cute little rats watched me the whole time. This time, I'm the bug.