The other day I'd set a Fenn in a plywood 'cubby' with a base also made from ply and baffles to guide the target onto the trigger, which I'd baited up with a pile of nuts. The box was placed up against the outside wall of a shed, next to a burrow entrance.
By and by, I get a call from the customer; She said 'I can hear the rat in that box making a right racket'.
I thought it had managed a foul catch and was in its death throes. 'Don't worry,' I said, 'It'll soon expire.' I was thirty miles away at the time and there wasn't much I could do about it.
I went there today and found t