Fresh as a Daisey.

While I am of the OLD age (as of today) I can "more easily" sue my employer for age discrimintation, I am not of the age where I have stopped learning new things.

And what have I learned lately, you ask?

Oh, I've learned all about the advances in RAT trapping-James, is there a magazine for that? Apparently, for those of you who seem to be concerned, the poison that the "trappers" are using these days works in a new way. Let me explain!

The little packs that are dropped in, and around the "scene of the crime", contain little pellats that, oddly enough, smell like peanut butter. The very "poison" I tried. The bad 'ole rat is attracted to the smell and chews through the packet to get to the peanutty treat. They eat the peanutty treat and the treat forces them to begin to dehydrate.

I picture Templeton, standing in front of his little Rat mirror turning from side to side thinking that this "gig" is making him look good-his skin is tighter, his waist is shrinking, his cheek bones are beatuiful..........all the while what he doesn't know is that he is slowly dying. Without a large water source, his little rat body will begin to whither away and soon his little rat body will stop functioning.

The good news for me, the Lodging Hostess, is that whith out fluid and moisture in his body there is nothing to decompose and nothing to stink that horrible RAT stink. He checked in to Chateau Laurel, but he won't be chekin' out!!

HA! Take that!