Our First Month

For about a month, we've been living in a rural area for the first time. By rural, I mean that I drive to the neighbor's homes rather than walk, that I get my mail from a box by the road, that my neighbors have animals like horses and cattle, and that I see fields all around my house. Living here is an experi/ence/ment, because it is both experience and experiment, in a grand sense and also in a very everyday sense.
For instance, we have some type of creature living in our attic. We don't really know how to deal with this, but we're experimenting and experiencing. We started with poison, little green balls of something toxic that my partner put in the area where we hear the critter(s). That night, as I lay in bed, I listened to a "poison party" as the little balls were rolled around one way and then the other. Some of the balls were found the next day in our basement. Keep in mind that this is a 2 story home with a basement. When we found them in the basement, we did what anyone would do, we looked up. There was a space between the walls where a cottony material was stuffed. We knocked it down, and we're pretty sure it was a nest. Groooooss! Then we went out and bought glue traps. The next day, there was a paw print in the glue trap, but it was basically where we left it. The day after that, the glue trap wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere to be found. This tells us two things:
1. A large creature, larger than a mouse, stepped in it.
2. Some large creature with a glue trap stuck to its ass lives in my attic!
Next we went with a live trap. In the last two weeks, we haven't caught it.

Again, experience and experiment, all rolled up into one.