Yes. I have rodents. As the rain comes down, the rodents look for cover. They have made a mistake, though. I opened the cupboard below the sink, and found that there had been an intrusion. The rodents had decided to chew into whatever was there. One of the things they dug into, though, was rat poison. Chow down, my anti-friends, get your fill.

Apparently, the poison wasn't enough. I walked into the kitchen to throw something away, and opened the cupboard where the trash is located. I opened the trash, and what did I see? I didn't see a cute rabbit, or a squirrel, or a cat... not, it was a rat. It hid at the bottom of the trash, and I was prepared to kill.

I suddenly had a flashback from my childhood. We were installing the hog-operation, and there was a very large rat in a water tank. My Dad told me I had to kill it. With tears in my eyes, I drew a bead, and took care of it. I know that my Dad was trying to make me realize the responsibilities of being an adult, but I had great difficulty taking the life of another animal.

So? I reached into the trash, and grabbed the rat behind the shoulders, where it couldn't bite me. I showed it to Lilo and Sandy. The started a conversation with the rat. "So, how's it going? Must suck being in your situation. I left you some food on the floor, did you get it? Life is good, I hope you come out on top of this situation. Maybe, you should consider twisting and biting him..." They obviously didn't give a Rat's butt (yes, I meant that).

I walked outside determined to put an end to this rodent, and couldn't do it. I'm a wuss. I chucked it into the grass, and hoped that it would find a way of life that didn't involve my house. Granted, I'm fine with laying out the poison to protect the house. I have enough phone lines that don't work anymore as a result of their influence. Unfortunately, I'm hypocritcal enough that I can't seem to do it with my own hands...
A bit Ratty...