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.
I’m a naturalist-I don’t like any poisons around my property and I don’t use anything but eco-safe stuff. There are also some very strict rules out here regarding pesticide and herbicide use because of all the livestock people have-goats chickens, peacocks, guineas, potbellied pigs, etc- and we are close to a river, as well-so there is a fine for using poisons...