A few days ago, I saw a rat scurrying across the garage floor. I informed my husband, and we put it on our list of things to do. Which meant it wouldn't get done for some time. Today, I found that sucker in our garbage can of chicken food. So, Joel got his b.b. gun and out we went to shoot it. For all that Joel wants to hunt and use his gun, he really couldn't take the first shot. So I did. Unfortunately, it took several shots to finally kill it. Even though I really don't like rats and I want them dead, it is sobering to take a life. With a trap or poison, killing is very hands off. But shooting? That is up close and personal. That rat looked me in the eye and whimpered so pitifully.
After it was all over, and Joel having dealt the final kill shot(s), he informed me that his gun doesn't always fire when pointed down. That explains a lot.
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