Gotta share the story of the drama that unfolded this morning. I had opened the door and let the cat out, he started walking to the back patio when I heard the Adirondack chair slide and the cat came bolting inside. I went out to look and as I did, I saw a big ass hawk flying out from under the patio and then perching on the block wall next to the patio and I'm thinking WTF did it just go after my cat? So the hawk takes off and I let the little dogs out and the first thing they did was run over to a pineapple plant I have by the patio so I went over to take a look and there was a huge rat in the planter!
So now I finally pieced it together. The hawk must have dropped it's breakfast, went to retrieve it and scared the shit out of our cat.
So now I've got an injured rat I need to dispose of. Went to grab a bucket and figured I'd drown it but when I got back it was gone. Then my dogs picked up the scent and spotted it at the bottom of the swimming pool that's drained right now.
Wife comes out, assesses what's going on and says just hit it with the shovel! And borrowing some material from Jim Caparula's standup, thats when I said NO.... I'm not gonna hit it with a shovel. You don't walk away from something like that completely normal, I pretty sure that's how Jeffrey Dahmer got started.
At the end of it I did what I had to do, I used a shovel, and went right for the neck to make it as painless as I possibly could for the little prick. I mean I'm rather humanitarian... but it's probably the same asshole that's been stealing so many tomatoes from the garden we had to start wrapping them in aluminum foil.