Breaking News!!!!!!!

This just in. It's been a hell of an evening here folks. There are so many developments, it's hard to grasp. Let's start with hard to refute evidence of the infiltrator's existence. No more eyewitness accounts and shifty hard-to-see photos; this is proof.


To the right of the rat is the trap that stunned it. I say stunned because when I carried out my irregular sweep of the yard (from behind the safety of the sliding glass door of course) and I actually found it, it didn't move when I shone the flashlight on it nor did it do much other than look at me when I turned on the yard light and cracked the door. Now what?!?

My options were:
1- Get a broom and kick its ass.
2- Throw a bucket over its ass and wait for the Tall One to get home and carry out my dirty work.
3- Shoot its ass with the Daisy 288.
I went for option 3!!!!! What follows cements my title as Cold, Heartless Beast.

Option 3 was a bit of an ordeal. I couldn't figure out how to lock and load the Daisy 288!!! By the time I had figured it out, I had my dad on my cell trying to tell his dimwit daughter not to shoot her eye out and aim for the head. So I did. It jumped about 2 inches in the air, scrambled off still in full view and sat where I could get a second shot! Holy fricking crap, I actually hit the thing!! I hung up with my dad (my multitasking skills only go so far) and aimed again. I hit it again. This time, it ran off unusually slow for a rat, but over to the corner with my gardening cabinet and relative safe hiding. So did it go off to die? Did I just scare it? I'm so impatient.

Rat trap roundup.
Don't believe the trap packaging that says to use PB- they're full of crap. Out of the six traps, the PB baited ones were the only ones left untouched. Say "yes please" to cheese! I was going to report that Gruyere was the favorite (the flavor of the trap in the above picture), but upon further review there is a flag on the play. Of the 4 cheese traps, the rat was able to get the cheese off TWO traps without tripping them, tripped one and got away, and then whatever happened with the fourth (in the picture). There is no excuse for the failure of the Tomkat Traps. NONE!! I demand croaked rodents!!

So, I'm waiting for the Tall One to get home to rebait. I'd wait until the morning, but nightime is primetime for eating (as my poor plants are testament to).

Do you smell that? That is the faint sweet smell of victory almost achieved.

***Update since the Tall One came home***
Yeah, he's totally beside himself that I would waste Switzerland's finest on a rodent. I say, if Ratface likes Gruyere cheese, then Gruyere will be its last meal. Traps are rebaited. Bwaaa-ha-ha-haaaaa.