tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8527944689184796366.post7212268817702994123..comments2023-10-27T20:21:51.751-07:00Comments on Camera Trap Codger: Revenge of a zoological collectorCamera Trap Codgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11052159376463794204noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8527944689184796366.post-69646918607027769882008-05-05T01:33:00.000-07:002008-05-05T01:33:00.000-07:00There was a strange smell in our house too... kind...There was a strange smell in our house too... kind of a mix of yoghurt, rotting vegetables and blackcurrant. Turned out it was the kids, AND they've become tolerant to rat poison.Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05618863147387955196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8527944689184796366.post-25051594138341743522008-05-04T11:20:00.000-07:002008-05-04T11:20:00.000-07:00Right on, Jace. Man the tool-user can solve these ...Right on, Jace. Man the tool-user can solve these problems, though nature may exact a small surcharge.Camera Trap Codgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11052159376463794204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8527944689184796366.post-30621473111570582422008-05-03T12:26:00.000-07:002008-05-03T12:26:00.000-07:00Chris,I know exactly what you mean brother. My so...Chris,<BR/><BR/>I know exactly what you mean brother. My son noticed a stench in his house and upon investigation found the source to be a dead oppossum underneath. Problem was where it had died was in an area we couldn't get to. What to do? Well I talked to someone whom had a similiar experience and suggested using a frog gig. So I connected one to the end of about 10 foot of 3/4" pvc and gigged the bloated carcass, which by the way exacted its revenge when it expelled its gaseous contents. Like to have lost my lunch when that happened, but to say the least we got it out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8527944689184796366.post-59012166534950516102008-04-29T23:12:00.000-07:002008-04-29T23:12:00.000-07:00I had a woodrat die somewhere near my laundry room...I had a woodrat die somewhere near my laundry room. What a horrid odor! Weeks of breath holding laundry. I tried to neutralize the odor with Oust and Ozium. Eau de dead woodrat won!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8527944689184796366.post-53230874501070691792008-04-29T15:32:00.000-07:002008-04-29T15:32:00.000-07:00Dead rats eat no donuts.LOLDead rats eat no donuts.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>LOLBeverlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09334121900896195207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8527944689184796366.post-60962683211113162822008-04-28T21:10:00.000-07:002008-04-28T21:10:00.000-07:00Thanks for the feedback. Amazing that you went on ...Thanks for the feedback. Amazing that you went on into zoology, Terry. People usually try to escape those memories, and didn't Dr Phil or Oprah interview someone who had a childhood mole experience? As for my own karma, maybe a bag of donuts will help restore it.Camera Trap Codgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11052159376463794204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8527944689184796366.post-12923747285880840232008-04-28T15:10:00.000-07:002008-04-28T15:10:00.000-07:00Awww…while there was a sad element, I don’t often ...Awww…while there was a sad element, I don’t often howl with laughter or laugh till tears came…but I did with this story! OMG …too funny, though I understand your concern for killing another zoological collector; it’s probably bad juju. I hope this doesn’t mess up your karma!Beverlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09334121900896195207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8527944689184796366.post-10830763192800510992008-04-28T09:45:00.000-07:002008-04-28T09:45:00.000-07:00Chris I completely empathise with your experience....Chris I completely empathise with your experience. It brought back old memories of the summer of 1954 while working for my uncle Warne Lark in his drugstore (Lark"s Drugs) in Guerneville, CA. The grocery store a few yards down the street had a rat problem. They solved it by putting rat poison under their crawl space. One hot summer day the stench of decaying rats was keeping customers from entering the drug store. Since I was "low man on the totem pole" guess who was chosen to deal with the problem? I will never forget going down into the "hole" with about 2 feet of space and pulling out several maggot ridden rat carcasses in ambient temperatures of nearly 100 degrees F. After that I was known as "the Mole".Owlmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10917509485863015259noreply@blogger.com