The Weekend of the Rat Continues … Day Two update
First, I am not a gun owner in the firearm sense of the word, but I do have a brother who is a former Green Beret who is an avid gun owner and was more than well equipped to help me with the rat in the rose bushes. While a .50 caliber Barrett Sniper rifle is uncalled for, this Walther Nighthawk, gas powered pellet pistol with “red-dot” scope is proving to be quite the anti-rat weapon of destruction.
I was at the window overlooking the rodent hang-out this morning, doing some email and drinking coffee when the brown monster emerged from its den and went for a piece of sweaty provolone. I slowly picked up the Walther, thumbed off the safety, turned on the scope, got the red on Willard’s back, and BANG, hit it, made it squeal most rat-like, and then it fled through the flower beds, me trying to smack it with a second shop. So, there is now a wounded rat somewhere on the premises. Given its morning activity levels, I am going for it in a big way tomorrow.
My wife has moved into a deranged Annie Oakley mode where she’s talking in a West Virginian accent (she lived there for two years when she was a toddler) and plinking tin cans in the garden with my vast arsenal of pellet guns.
Day One …
Rat reappeared during morning coffee. I went into sniper mode but had to drive junior to work, leaving my wife to play Annie Oakley. I come home. She’s “hit it” but it ran away. Now we’re at DEFCON 1 and waiting …. I need to take the morning off to get a “bone scan” — radioactive dye, etc. to see where the fractures are in my neck. Then to the bike shop to get an accounting of the cash I’ve squandered on my cycling habit so I can get a new set of wheels. So endeth the Cotuit-phase with a return to RTP next week. Rat must be exterminated before then.