Did I mention that rats are wicked smart?
I’m unsure how much of a #GardenFail this is in my own eyes, but I can assure you that my neighborhood sees it as top-of-the-list material.
Nobody wants to be the Rat Lady or to live at the Rat House, but if all of my rats were chipmunks (also rodents) would anyone bat an eye? I might even hear the occasional “Aw… it’s got an acorn!” while I’m out weeding my beds.
My gut is telling me that I should just learn to live with my garden rats. I'm too soft-hearted to kill them or to rip them away from the only home they've ever known, especially based on a social stigma. But, I still have some tough questions to answer. Like, how many rats is too many rats?
The Upside? Our local predator population is growing in size. The fox, coyote, weasels and Osprey are incredibly grateful for my 24-hour all-you-can-eat rat buffet. At least they'd better be.
As foolish as every gardenfail has made me feel, I learn something every single time. So for now, I'll keep trying, failing and learning with pride! I hope that you'll join me this week and take some time to celebrate your #GardenFail with us.