PredatorPee made the comics!
PredatorPee made the comics!
Guest Blogger Toby Bateson
Rats are renowned for being highly destructive. They are well known to damage food, clothing and buildings. They also target machines and computers, including the wiring in your car engine. Repairs can be expensive, sometimes an entire car may need rewiring as a result. For a high end sports car or SUV this can be in the region of £7000.
Research by Hammer Technologies has shown that an amazing 9% of car users in the UK have had their car damaged by rodents at some point. Damage found included chewed pipes, bitten plastic cowling and broken wires and pipes.
The reason they tend to do this is thought to be because their teeth grow constantly throughout their lives. They chew on hard materials such as steel wires in order to wear their teeth down. The warm engines of cars are also thought to attract rats looking for a home.
The survey demonstrated that the average cost of repair came to £300. The total cost of rat damage to cars every year was calculated to be an amazing £377,410,90.
The way this figure was found, if you are interested, is as follows.
In 2013 31 million cars were on the road in the UK, according to official Department of Transport figures. The survey showed an average of 1.86 rat damage events for each person who was affected. Eight of the 33 episodes reported occurred in the previous year.
9% of those surveyed had suffered rodent damage to their cars. The following sum calculates the total cost of the damage. 9% * 31 million cars * £300 * 1.86 episodes per person * (8÷33) episodes in the last year = £377,410,909.
Back in 1999 when we first put PredatorPee.com on line, things were different. You could put up graphics and information, but you couldn’t actually buy anything. You looked it up online, then you called in your order. The connections were all dial-up and slower than mud. It was pretty Mickey Mouse, but you could sense that something big was brewing. I can remember telling someone “If women can ever shop on this thing, it’s going to be huge!”
Pretty prophetic for the PeeMan, wouldn’t you say? But, we’ve always been a bit ahead of our time.
A news story written about us at the time, had the headline: “This E-Business is in the Pee Business” – catchy, wasn’t it? So, here we are 17 years later and this Pee Business is still in the E-Business in a big way.
We now have a whole bunch of websites (a few are listed below) for a variety of “unique and useful products from Maine”. We try to keep them simple and functional – not a lot of flash. Here are some of our basics:
To sum things up, when it comes to our e-business,
we want to treat you like we like to be treated. Pretty simple.
As an entrepreneur, my mind is working non stop on developing new and useful products. The long winter months in Maine give me plenty of time to think. Well, the calendar says its Spring and I have a brand new product to introduce! HawkStopper . . .
When you and your chickens go free range, it gets noticed! Especially by Mr. Hawk. Hawks, while soaring high above, use their keen eyesight to locate chickens and then dive-bomb at near super-sonic speed to attack the unsuspecting flock. Well, we have found a way to use that keen eyesight to fool Mr. Hawk into thinking the chickens are protected by an impenetrable barrier.
How does HawkStopper work? When you call someone eagle eye, it’s because they have sharp eyesight. But in reality, no human’s eyesight comes even close to the visual capabilities of predatory raptores like hawks, eagles and falcons. These birds see about 8 times better than humans – they see things sharper and from a greater distance than anything we can imagine. HawkStopper uses the hawks’ eyesight to turn an easy-to-handle, inexpensive, lightweight 1500 square foot mesh into a formidable shield. The HawkStopper net looks almost invisible to us, but to a hawk it looks like a steel grate! To a hawk, the HawkStopper looks 8 times bigger and 8 times stronger than it is and they can see 8 times farther away than we can!
This concept was first used to protect salt-water salmon farms in the Gulf of Maine from predatory sea birds. HawkStopper now uses the same principles of visual deflection to protect free-range chickens, turkeys and ducks as well as koi, catfish and other inland pond or farm-raised fish. If you need hawk protection, HawkStopper is worth checking out. HawkStopper is made in the USA.
See our ad in the latest edition of Backyard Poultry Magazine
Just another in a line of useful products designed by PredatorPee to help keep predators and pests away!
Until I find more words(or products). . .The PeeMan
Now those of you who know the PeeMan might think that this is nothing more than a juvenile attempt at an attention-getting headline. And you would be partially right. The PeeMan does have slight inclination toward the juvenile and the attention-getting. But this time there is so much more!
You see, in the wild, PredatorPee® is always right smack dab in the middle of the Big 3. When animals do anything, it is always related to the Big 3. They are either looking for food, trying not to be food or looking for sex. Pretty basic stuff, but to be successful, they really need to know what is going on around them. That’s where urine comes in. The scent of urine is the original wireless communication system.
When they are looking for a mate, the scent of the urine will tell both the good news and the bad news. The good news would be “whoopee” there’s a hot date nearby and the bad news would be that some other alpha-critter has already staked claim to the territory.
When they are looking for food, it is the absence of pee that is the good news because it means there are not predators around and the buffet (your garden or shrubs) is open! But that all stops in a hurry, when they catch a whiff of a predator’s urine. When they sense that a predator may be near by, it means that there is a decision that must be made. And it may be a decision of life or death. Is it going to be a delicious snack or will it be their last supper? The instinctive drive to survive usually wins out, they choose not to be the food and they go somewhere else (your neighbor’s garden) to find a safer food source.
If fear and food are in competition with each other, why make it a fair fight? Its always a good idea to remove pet food etc. and to position the ScentTags or 33Day Dispensers back aways from any possible food source like the garden itself so that the pest animal will get a good sniff of the PredatorPee® well before he smells your tomatoes.
Until I find more(attention getting)words . . .The PeeMan
It’s Wednesday again and time for our weekly “Ask The PeeMan” segment. Rodents seem to be coming up a lot this time of year. The PeeMan has the answer.
Q. Good afternoon!
I have a question regarding the Coyote PeeShots . I’m looking at them for a basement style room with a large sliding door that opens onto a driveway. It’s a fairly busy beach area, and we have rats! Our organization works with children, so this is a no go! The description says that they are “long-lasting,” and I’m wondering how long that typically is. Please let me know what the average length of use is.
At least a month. 2 months or more if there isn’t much air circulation in the placement area – like under a sink.
Here is the direct link:
KJ The PeeMan
Q. I came across your site through a company called “Solutions”. I have had an issue with having mice enter my house over the past 2-4 years. I am not sure of their entry point BUT I really would like to deter them from entering at all !!!
My house is small, 984 sq. feet….. full basement below, attached garage with door leading to back patio. I am wondering how much of the bobcat or coyote urine I would need to protect my home throughout the winter season. Also, where should I place the deterrents? I do have dogs in the home, so I am also wondering what their response will be to this product.
Thank you for contacting the PeeMan. If you have mice already in your home, use our Bobcat PeeShots for indoor use.
Mice usually enter near openings like where wires and pipes come in, or under garage doors etc. Use the Bobcat Trigger spray bottle and squirt around any areas like that. Dogs will just be curious nothing more. See all the bobcat products for mice at this link:
KJ The PeeMan
Until I find more words . . .The PeeMan
Last week we heard from P. Catcher about his first day on the job. Today, we get an entirely different perspective. Enjoy! It’s unreal and maybe not entirely G-rated.
First Day at the Farm by Bones The Coyote
My name is Bones…as in after I hunt, there’s nothing left but the bones. When I first arrived at the Farm, I had the same attitude as most new inmates. I didn’t like the idea of losing my freedom. I was four years old at the time and I enjoyed roaming the woods, wild and free. I liked working alone, or with a pack if they were good. Life was not always easy, but I got by. If it wasn’t for that chicken farmer, I’d still be there. I still don’t know how I fell for that trap. Too greedy, I guess. So, they sent me to the Farm…. for life. I didn’t like it one bit. Fences, guards….this was definitely not my style. The truck came through the gate and pulled up the processing building. White coats—I knew what that meant. Sure
enough, shots and more shots and then a collar. Blaze orange, definitely not my color. I felt the antenna brush against my ear. The end of freedom. They led me through a door and I found myself outside in a small field surrounded by trees. Time to socialize. I started sniffing around. Wow! Women! I’d never picked up such a concentrated scent before. I never thought this place could be coed. But, now that I think of it, I’d never heard of anyone trying to escape. Maybe this wasn’t going to be all bad, after all. I saw a bunch of inmates heading down to couple of old stumps. I followed along behind at a safe distance. What happened next is pretty hard to describe. There was a human off in the distance and when he pulled a handle, the tops of those stumps sort of popped open and stuff started spewing out. I couldn’t tell for sure what was coming out, but those other inmates were eating it like there was no tomorrow. This was curious. Most other coyotes I knew preferred meals they had to chase, but this bunch were bellying up to a stump and having a real feast. I slid quietly into the group for a closer look. Well, what the heck, I was pretty hungry. So I tried a few nibbles. Salty, real salty, but good. “What is this stuff anyway?” I ventured to ask to no one in particular. “Pretzels and popcorn,” came the garbled response. “Never heard of it,” I thought to myself. But, it was tasty. Every bite I took seemed to compel me towards another one. You could get hooked on this stuff. I finally gave in and just gorged myself with abandon. The stuff kept coming and coming out of that stump like there was a never ending supply. Then it started. I had been real thirsty before, like the time when I finally got that old rooster out at the Benton place. Man, was he tough and dry. But, this was different, really different! Water! Water! I needed water fast. My tongue was like sandstone. My throat was like a rusty pipe. Then I noticed the inmates were on the move again and moving quite quickly. They ran to a nearby stream and began drinking loudly. I didn’t waste any time joining them. My first gulp told me something was very unusual. Wrong color, wrong flavor and fizzy and foamy too ….but not bad. The other inmates seemed to enjoy it and I was thirsty after all. So I drank, no the truth was I slurped and sloshed and guzzled. I could feel my thirst subsiding a bit, but I felt a little light-headed and unsteady as well. “Easy big fella,” said the cute one next to me as I swayed a little to my left. “Excuse me,” I said in a voice that didn’t seem like my own. “New at the Farm? What’s your name?” she asked. “First day, Bones is my name, ma’am, what’s yours?” I said. “I’m Kitty. What are you in for?,” she asked. “Chickens,” I said, “what about you?” “Sheep. Well, lambs actually. Those big ones can be nasty,” she said. “This place is pretty strange, don’t you think? Eating out of stumps and drinking yellow fizzy water. I’m not sure I like it,” I said trying not to slur my words. “You’ll get used to it. It’s a real friendly place and it’s got everything you need. Just be careful and watch out for the Urine Collector. I hear there is a trainee on today,” she said quietly. “Urine Collector? What do you mean?” I asked nervously. “Yeah, the Urine Collector. It’s how you earn your keep. Did you think they were going to let you live like this for nothing? Look, here at the Farm, you get all sex you want, all the food you can eat and all the beer you can drink. All they want back is your pee,” she explained. “MY PEE!” I screamed. “Yeah, your pee. It’s not so bad. Most of the time you hardly know the Collectors are around. They usually sneak up behind you while your busy at the beer stream and they’re gone before you know it. They sell it to people who want to make other animals think they have coyotes around. Can you believe it? Don’t look now, but I think there is a Collector coming now,” she said as she glanced over her right shoulder. Sure enough there was a human in a big padded suit wriggling along the ground behind the coyotes to my right. He had a long handled pan in its hand and was sliding it under the rear end of one of the inmates down the line. I kept an eye on him for a while, but man I was thirsty. I stuck my snout back in that stream and lapped and lapped. I liked this stuff more and more. Beer, is that what she called it? I didn’t care what it was called and the more I drank, the less I cared about the Urine Collector anymore. That was a mistake. Man, I really had to pee. I stepped a little to one side and tried to lift my leg in my normal style. But, my coordination was a little off and I slipped a bit. Then I felt it. The pain only a man understands. Something whacked me good and my knees folded. As the pain was transforming itself into rage, I looked around to find out who was responsible for this cowardly attack on my most private possessions. I came eyeball to eyeball with the Urine Collector. He had whacked me with that cold steel pan. He was going to die. He knew it too. He tried to scramble to his feet, tripped and fell headlong into the beer stream. Now was my chance, I assumed full attack position ……or I thought I did. My mind was in full attack mode, but my legs and paws had something entirely different in mind. I had never run sideways before, but it was happening now. I bowled over a couple of other inmates in the process. “Hey, watch it, turkey!” they growled. I shouldn’t have said it, especially on my first day. But, for some reason I wasn’t thinking clearly. I can’t remember exactly what I said, but it had something to do with their mother and a German shepherd. However, there was no doubt that they heard it and understood the implied meaning of my words. What a mess! As I staggered to resume pursuit of the Urine Collector, I now had two really aggravated inmates in pursuit of me! Fortunately, their attack mode wasn’t working much better than mine. I almost got a piece of that Collector just before he slammed that door in my face and I crumbled into a heap on top of my fellow inmates. They seemed a little more dazed than I was and I managed to extricate myself from the pile and make my way to the other side of the field. As I tried to get oriented, I noticed Kitty over by the edge of the woods. I could tell from the look in her eye she had something on her mind. Boy, was my mind fuzzy. What did she say before about life at the Farm. All the food, beer and…….what else did she say? If only I could remember…
Until I find more words. . .The PeeMan
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