One morning I went out the door and looked toward the ocean, surprised to see a supply ship almost in our front yard. The ship captain had come in the night before and did not wait until daylight. He apparently saw a light near our place and thought it was the dock area. He ran aground about 100 yards out. That evening at high tide, he was able to back off and move down to the dock.
When a supply ship would dock near us, huge wharf rats would show up. The ship captain did not use rat guards on the lines from the ship because he wanted the rats to get off his ship. He wasn't worried about rats getting on and there weren't any authorities nearby to stop him. We saw several that were the size of dogs.
During a certain season, hermit crabs crawled up on the beach. They even crawled over to our place and under the plywood floor. Our next door neighbor, Jay, would sometimes chase a hermit crab into the front door of our place as he came in. Jay did this when we were in the other room and couldn’t see it come in. Later, we would discover the crab crawling out from under the sofa.
Once we heard something under the floor and thought it was a crab. The next morning I got up and found a hole about two inches in diameter in the floor where a rat had gnawed a hole into the house.
I sealed the hole after checking the house for the rat and not finding it. A few days later, I discovered where the rat had gnawed a hole through the wall under a cabinet to get out. I had actually sealed that rat in the house with us for a couple of days.
One day, I looked out at the two children playing in the sand and saw a couple of field rats sneaking around near the two children. That scared me. I was afraid the rats might bite the children so out the door I ran. The rats scurried into a hole under a tree.
Apparently the two field rats had a nest under the large almond tree, which was next to our house. It was a long holiday weekend and the only place to get any rat poison was from the base medic, who was not on base.
I set a small bowl containing some apricot brandy, which I did not like, near the hole where the rats lived. I was hoping the rats would get drunk and become brave enough to stay out of the hole where I could kill them.
The rats really went after that brandy. Instead of getting brave, they crawled back into their nest to sleep off the drunk. I kept them drunk for about a day and then decided to burn them out.
I set a large tub of water next to the hole. I poured gasoline down the hole and tossed a match into the hole. The gasoline flared through the rat tunnel and I poured the tub of water down the hole to put out the fire. We never saw those rats again.
Copyright © Jerry Blackerby 2009