Welcome to Vskills Garage

    Welcome to Vskills Garage.  Remember that time when you went into your garage to dig up some old memorabilia from your youth to find it all chewed up and shat upon?  Have you ever woken up to eerie sounds above your ceiling.  Have you ever set a rat trap only to have the bait stolen from the unsprung trap?  If you answered yes to any of these questions you are viewing the right website.  Here, you can get revenge vicariously on these all too common pests.  Read the stories, view the pictures, watch the videos, and you might even learn something too.

    My rat hunting adventures began a few years ago in the garage of a rented house.  I have since purchased a home and moved.  I was afraid that this website would stagnate as a result of my new location.  I was somewhat discouraged to find that this website will be very much alive.  I already bagged one (Kill#55) and have seen many more rats since.  So get your barf bag and start clicking away.  For those who are "tender tummies" please be aware that there is lots of blood and even some guts.  Have Fun.

    To learn more about exterminating rats.  Please visit www.ratkill.com for some very insightful methods.  Join the forums and get into some good conversations.  The rest of the ratkill community will be happy to help you with any problems, questions, or even debates you may have.

    It all started when I was sitting in the room attached to my garage and I heard scratching.  It wasn't normal scratching.  Actually it wasn't only scratching.  It went from scratching, to tapping, then to quiet bulldozing, when finally it sounded like small avalanches down the walls of the room.  I immediately knew I had rats.  I later heard from neighbors and friends that the must like my garage because it is under the avocado tree in the back yard.  Normally, I say live and let live.  However, one night the rats intruded on the sanctity of my home.  My wife pushed my back in bed and I awoke with a start while she asked, "What is that sound?"  That sound was a rat gnawing on some support beam underneath our bedroom.  That meant war!  This wasn't the only thing that got me bent out of shape.  The rats also enjoyed chewing the hell out of my drywall and wood in my garage.
    So I went to Home Depot and purchased some Victor traps.  You know the kind I'm talking about.  The ones that can break your finger in half.  You can see a sprung one by the rat's hole in the picture to the right.  I was pleased to find that an ordinary chunk of cheddar was enough to get these animals to shake the trap's trigger.  I killed approximately eleven rats this way.  Eventually, they learned.  Apparently, they witnessed too many of their ignorant cohorts get their necks broken or suffocate in these strange contraptions made of wood and copper that smell like cheese.  So I figured I'd offer a more pleasing incentive.  Peanut butter, chocolate, and honey, all failed to trick these seasoned pests.  Well, I had to think of something better.  It hit me when I walked into my garage one night and flicked on the lights.  A good sized rat went scampering across the beam above me and disappeared into his hole.  I was going to get some heavier artillery.  I busted out my old B.B. gun.  It was an air rifle that you had to pump about 10 times to get a B.B. to lodge into a piece of wood.  After a few failed attempts at even seeing a rat in my garage, I finally got the chance.  The rat ran across the rafters just as it had before when suddenly it stopped at a dead end.  I hesitated...  for some reason I was having second thoughts about plugging the pest with a small brass ball.  When I came to my senses, I let one go.  I heard a small high pitched thud, the rat flailed and just about fell off the rafter, and then, to my dismay, he jaunted away as if to say, "screw you".
    I made up my mind about two things.  One, I would never hesitate again, and two, I was going to get a serious weapon.  I went down to Big 5 sporting goods and picked up a single cock, single shot pellet gun and a box of pointed tipped pellets.  This is about the time I start thinking that I may be taking this a little too seriously.  Nonetheless, It was just in time.  Some of the surviving rats had just had a litter of about four babies and they proved to be very naive.