I live a hillbilly life, adjacent to several pig farms. It's quite idyllic, apart from the unwanted visitors who scurry across the fields from those pig farms.Last winter was grim, the little bastards were bait-shy. Then, this spring was completely free of the buggers, because the nearest neighbour retired and gave up pigs.Now, they are back, no doubt because we have drought conditions. But the good news is, the bait is working, yay!What prompted me to write all this drivel, is that I thought, "if only there was also a way to get rid of the maggat and trumper pests". Okay, no, I don't really want to bump them all off, but it would great if they could have their own nation or state. "Thirtypercentland". Fantasy!