This was the subject on another forum which I follow, and I posted a true story from "back in the day".
Back in the day, (beginning in 1965), I was an apprentice draftsman at a big company in Belleville, Ontario. We had about 600 people at the time, and an immense machine shop/steel shop, and assembly shop. All machining was done on manual machines, and so to avoid shutting down the big lathes and shapers at "noon-hour" the machinists were allowed to bring their lunch from home and eat it at their machines. This lead to a rodent problem, and the machine shops were over-ran by mice. To solve the mouse problem, it was decided to bring in a small group of cats, (strange as it may sound). The cats cleaned up the mouse problem, but within a year the plant was over-ran by cats.--All the structural steel and platework that was stored outside got very rusty (we were right on the north shore of Lake Ontario) so when the steel was brought in from the storage yard, it was ran thru a giant shot blasting machine called a Wheelabrator" to clean it up. we began having problems with the wheelabrator, and it was found that all of the attendant cats were pooping in the Wheelabrator shot-blast reservoir, and the cat poop was plugging the nozzles of the Wheelabrator. Then the company hired an "animal control specialist" to come in and trap and dispose of all the cats. This worked fine, but for many months afterwards, there was a terrible flea problem. I'm not making this up, so help me God!!! My boss was a Dutch fellow who was allergic to fleas, and since it was quite common for the design office to send revised blueprints out to the shop office, Ab would tuck his pantlegs into his socks before entering the shop, to keep the fleas from jumping up his pantlegs and biting his ankles. The fleas either didn't bite me, or else they bit me and I had no reaction to it, so for about 6 months I was the one elected to run revised blueprints out to the shop office!!
