Mildly entertaining.
When I was in high school we would get a lot of field mice around the house (farm house). I heard about drowning them in a bucket that had a ramp up to it with peanut butter on a empty TP roll. Worked like a champ. Always felt bad for the little guys though.
Now the rats? Never felt bad for those big bastards. We always had 'em around because of the chickens and the feed. Those bastards would kidnap baby chicks and pull them through the holes in the wall and eat 'em. The holes weren't big enough for it to be anything else. So I'd sit there in the barn all night with a .22 sometimes to pop 'em. It was a little fun to get revenge. You know they were surprised as hell.
LOL
