Stefan is spending this week as a guest speaker/researcher at the university in Zurich. As is likewise the case in the U.S., it is only after he departs for such trips that the hitherto unseen resident vermin decide to rear their ugly heads.
So far, we've had very few problems with bugs in Freiburg, having left the mammoth mosquitoes behind in Bavaria. We have come across the occasional small, light brown insect wandering by itself late at night in the kitchen; I believe some people might call such creatures "cockroaches," although the local variety look pretty tame compared to the giant palmetto bugs back home in North Carolina (where we call them "palmetto bugs" rather than "roaches" because it makes their utter disgustingness sound more genteel).
But the beast that has me jumpy at the moment is not a bug, and so far lurks primarily in my imagination. Someone has set a large trap in the basement garage: a long cage, artfully camouflaged with tufts of turf and peat moss, containing a whole egg to tempt the crafty pest. Stefan said, "oh, they're probably trying to catch a...hmm, I don't remember what it's called in English. They're about so big, bigger than a rat, and they eat the plastic and rubber hosing under cars."
Every time I go into the parking garage now--alone, as my husband is off living the academic high life in Switzerland--I expect to see a large, hairy, tick-infested, long-tailed, irate animal trapped in the cage, shaking the metal bars with its angry little fists, and barking at me using vocabulary I don't understand and never will because I made the fatal error of choosing to study Latin, French, and Cat in high school instead of Rodent.
The optimist in me is holding out hope that the animal will be cute and fluffy--a hamster, perhaps, or a marmot--and that it will gaze at me sweetly with its long-lashed eyes as it daintily, happily, hygienically licks the remaining bits of egg off its tiny paws. The pessimist scoffs and reminds me there are new and improved treatments for rabies these days.
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Your "highliving" husband is missing you right now...
The rodent is a Marder oder Langschwanzwiesel (for those germanophiles), in english these animals are called martens (if the online dictionary is correct). At any rate, here is a wiki link: http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marder
Thanks for the link. And what a relief. None of that "for every one you see, there are 1000 more hidden in the walls" stuff.
I just watched an online video of a marten hanging out near Loch Ness and it had big fuzzy ears. I think martens qualify as Cuter Than Rats (though I'm still not sure I'd want to see one scampering around in the dark parking garage).
For a link to an article about the animal, look at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/European_Pine_Marten
There is also an American version of the animal. The link is to the European version. Just googling Marder leads to an article about German WW II tanks. Stefan's link is to an article auf Deutsch about the animal.
HP
Wikipedia says a marten's diet consists of squirrels, mice, rabbits, birds, fish, insects, and eggs. Given those options, I'd bait the trap with an egg, too. Steve, the guy who got the bats out of our belfry, says lots of beasts are looking for new digs as winter approaches. He just trapped two very large male raccoons (also with furry ears/cuter than rats) in one of the rooming houses across the street. Says they gained entry by chewing through the roof. Yikes! Maybe I should send that wizard's wand and book of spells directly to you in Freiburg.
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