When we bought our land we made a trade for the old corncrib next door. It had about 40 years worth of empty feed, seed, & fertilizer sacks stored in it that my wife said she'd clean out. She spent most of a Sunday pitchforking the first half of the sacks out and burning them. When I asked why she was using a pitchfork, she said "Because of the Rats!"

That made me kind of queasy (I don't like Rats) but it didn't really phase her any. The next weekend, she headed back to the corncrib to finish & came out screaming about two minutes later. I asked if the Rats were back and she informed me they had all been eaten by the snakes now inhabiting the corncrib. There must have been about 2 dozen big black snakes about 4 feet long in there. Since it was safe (hey, the Rats were gone) I volunteered to finish cleaning it out.

"Live like you'll die tomorrow, but manage your grass like you'll live forever."
-S. M. Stirling
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