Here at Haggis Pest Control, we know what the tourists think May Day is all about: flower crowns, maypoles, a bit of jigging. Och, they couldn’t be further from the truth! For those of us in the know, May Day in Scotland is, and has always been, Haggis Day. A day of heightened vigilance, of ancient rituals, and of remembering the constant battle against the elusive, and often infuriating, Haggis Scoticus.

Our chief Haggis authority, Hamish ‘The Haggis Whisperer’ McTavish, will tell you the same. “These bairns wi’ their posies,” he grumbles, adjusting his tammy, “they dinnae ken the true meaning o’ Beltane. These fire festivals? Not some wee pagan knees-up! They were desperate attempts by our ancestors to smoke out the blighters, to chase away the worst of the haggis infestations before they devoured the spring barley!”

The True Haggis of Scotland: A Hidden History
While many dismiss the wild haggis as a fanciful tale for gullible tourists, we at Haggis Pest Control know the truth. These creatures are real, and their history stretches back further than you might imagine – some whisper tales of their ancestors scuttling amongst the feet of dinosaurs!

The Haggis Rex: Once the apex predator of the Caledonian wilderness, these magnificent beasts, with their booming calls echoing through the primordial glens, are now incredibly rare. Their fear of humans and anything remotely modern has driven them deep into the most isolated pockets of the Highlands. A sighting is a once-in-a-lifetime event, akin to finding a Nessie that actually poses for a decent photograph.

The Haggis Velociraptor Scoticus: These agile and surprisingly quick haggis are still occasionally spotted darting across moorland. Their love of shiny objects, particularly golf balls, remains a persistent nuisance on Scotland’s many fine courses. They are wary of human activity, their high-pitched, rusty-bagpipe-like calls a fleeting sound in the wind.

The Haggis Aquaticus: Lurking in the shadowy depths of our lochs, these web-footed haggis are rarely seen. Their diet of trout and discarded fizzy drink cans keeps them well-hidden. Their gurgling mating call is often dismissed as plumbing issues in lakeside cottages.

The Haggis Montanus (Hill Haggis): Still relatively common in the more remote uplands, these shaggy beasts are a constant headache for hillwalkers and shepherds. Their tendency to “borrow” unattended snacks and leave behind… well, let’s just say their territorial markings are unmistakable. Their disgruntled bleating is a familiar sound to those who venture off the beaten track.

The Haggis Rattus Hybridus (Common Rat-Haggis): This, unfortunately, is the haggis most of our clients encounter daily. Generations of cross-breeding with common rats in urban and rural areas have resulted in a smaller, less distinctive creature, often mistaken for an unusually hairy rodent. They retain the haggis’s inherent mischievousness and fondness for pilfering, but their calls are more of a frantic squeak than a proper haggis bellow. These are the culprits behind most of your “rat” problems, folks. You’d be surprised how many “giant rats” Hamish has had to… relocate.

The Faslane Freak: A truly unique and unsettling specimen. Legend has it that in the late 1970s, a rather unusual haggis escaped from a little-known scientific facility operating near the Faslane Naval Base. Rumours abound about… unconventional experiments. Sightings are rare and usually involve something fast, oddly shaped, and emitting a faint, unsettling glow disappearing into the night. We don’t like to talk about the Faslane Freak.

Haggis Pest Control: On the Front Lines of the Infestation
Forget your polite requests and your wee fences. At Haggis Pest Control, we deal with daily haggis infestations, often misidentified as particularly bold rats, unusually hairy footballs, or even “a funny-looking badger with a limp.” Our expert team, led by Hamish and armed with our (sometimes temperamental) AI-powered tools, are on call to tackle these persistent pests.

• The Haggisdar helps us pinpoint their elusive locations, though it still occasionally gets confused by particularly enthusiastic bagpipers.
• Our Wee Beastie Bots are getting better at non-lethal capture, though Hamish still swears his tweed net has more “soul.”
• The Haggis Linguistic Analyser remains stubbornly fixated on “More Irn-Bru!”, but we live in hope.

This May Day, as the rest of Scotland enjoys their (frankly misguided) celebrations, remember the true significance of the day. It’s a time to be aware, to be vigilant, and to be thankful for the brave men and women of Haggis Pest Control who stand between you and a rogue Haggis Rattus Hybridus making off with your prize-winning tatties.

Stay safe out there, folks. And if you see anything hairy and suspiciously round scuttling through your garden… give us a bell. It’s probably not a badger.