I’ll take a cat in my shop any day to any nasty rodents-I live within 1/2 an acre of the woods and riverbank in the middle of nowhere, but even a mouse never makes it much past the door before it becomes the day’s amusement for my cats...
My late mother relied on D-Con. I was in the basement doing laundry once, years ago, and I looked over in the corner as I was putting clothes from washer to dryer. There was a vole sitting on his haunches, and he turned his face toward me, on his last legs from eating that stuff. I just said, sorry buddy, I can’t help ya. “Who are you talking to?” would have been a good thing to hear right then, would be a much better story.