One of the hazards/enjoyments/shocks of dealing with old barns, is what one will find amongst the detritus.
So far, no treasure; but plenty of the above, dried (I imagine poisoned) RATS.
Some years back I had rats in my compost heap, so I put down poison. Later when spreading the compost I came across a large cavity within the mound that was filled with the familiar red-coloured-wheat rat poison, as well as one very dead rat. He was big and fat, and surprisingly attractive. Unlike town sewer rats, he was well coiffed, clean, and not at all evil looking.
However, I'd still rather have them dead than alive.
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*This Too Shall Pass*
I should listen to the *Going Gently *readers who have repeated this mantra
time and time again, for I now feel that my recent run...
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