It is absolutely amazing the variety and density of wildlife that moves around us, no matter where we are, city, suburbs, country. I live in a semi-rural suburb of Seattle and some days are worthy of Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdome. My rat tale continues similarly to yours, as of late discovered a very cool automatic emptying rat trap. Noticed a lot of traffic around a very large Japanese Maple that overlaps a row of Cedars and decided to tie a few traps in the crotches to see what goes there. Only set em at night sos not to catch birds n squirrels. For a few days it was at least one a night, nice varety too, pack rat, norway rat, mostly black rats though... Then nothing, empty traps every morning, no bait and sprung. This turn of events awakened the Sherlock Holmes in me, pipe clenched firmly in teeth, consternation dripping from a furrowed brow I began to search the duff below, buzzing flies were the overt clue to look there. Heh, small tufts of fur all over the place, little shreds and strips of hide, it appears I had set up a raccoon feeding station. The trap would catch a rat and raccoons would come and empty it for me. At first it seemed to be a pretty cool commensal relationship until it dawned on me, the tree shades the duck house, not so cool, I had led the raccoons right to the quacker box! Hardware cloth covers all openings but it is still a bit disconcerting to have them so close to my girls. Good news is the rat plague seems to have ended, been a week now, no rats, no tripped traps, no pelts.
Ruff