Here is my theory: So far this has all been about building relationship. At this point, Mr. Rat is probably thinking he is a pet…when he considers all the food he has picked clean from my trapping experiments. I have been feeding him now for over a week, luring him psychologically, lulling him into complacency and a relaxed feeling as he traipses around his new-found home. You’re right where I want you, Squeakers.
I hope you enjoy your mid-morning snack that I’ve prepared for you…three dollops of peanut butter placed lovingly on a delicate tray for you. Pay no attention to the springs and levers, little guy, and bon appétit.
YOU’RE GOING DOWN.