I tried everything to kill the rats, but they kept coming back. Had to wear shoes outside my tent/inside-tree while reading-- because they would attack the garbage. I tried traps, poison, yelling, throwing stuff and pepper spray. Nothing worked.
I returned to camp one afternoon and found my case of tracts tore up. They made a mess in my box of tracts, and destroyed dozens of them. I got on my face and cried out to the Lord for help with the rats. I prayed before about the rats-- but now I was crying out to the Lord for his help!
After that day, I didn't see rats for weeks. When they did show up-- they stayed outside the camp, as if something was stopping them. Note: I shared this testimony with a Vineyard Church kinship/small group-- and started weeping.