Meet the Templetons...

WARNING:

That images below are somewhat graphic and not very pretty [especially if you're a rodent lover]. What you are about to see may not be suitable for [your] children. Consider yourself warned...
[as preiviously seen on An Apple A Day]

The crime scene: East side of the compost troff. Luke and Kim's house. At around 1200 hours.

The victim: Templeton #1

That's right. I did that! Luke and I have been dealing with these rats for months and months. It all started in the spring when we first discovered that they had moved into the neighborhood. We tried and tried for weeks to get them, but never succeeded. It is known throughout our friends and family that we have this small problem and it doesn't help matters that our garden and compost pile keeps these rodents fed pretty well. Today while we were getting ready for lunch, one of the boys looked out the back door and saw a Templeton in the compost. Luke and I quickly grabbed the bebe guns and snuck out the front door ever so quietly. Luke thought that they had scurried away, but I saw three and wasn't about to give up just yet. I quietly walked over closer to them. The medium sized one was perched near the back of the compost troff. I raised my gun, closed one eye to better focus on my aim, squeezed the trigger, and BAM! I didn't think that I had hit it until I saw it squirming all over the place and trying to recover from it's injury. I called out to Luke telling him that I hit it. I thought I would have heard it scream, but it was silently writhing to its gruesome death. Luke and I shot at it a couple more times without penetrating the skin thinking that any moment it was going to run away, but then it stopped moving and finally died. When we got a closer look we noticed that I had nailed it right in the head. Lucky shot you may ask? Not at all.

Disposing of the nuisance. I was pretty impressed with the size of that thing. If this was hunting worthy, I could have snapped a shot and taken it to Sportsman's Warehouse to have my prized picture displayed on the wall...Okay maybe not, but to have a rat that big in your garden is a big deal to me.

The boys thought this was one of the coolest things ever. Boy are they going to be impressed when they start going deer and elk hunting with their dad and grandpa.

There may be a smorgasbord of food scraps in that compost pile for those Templeton's to choose from, but this is not where any old rat can glut, glut, glut, glut and get away with it...