Sometime ago, I blogged about finding a dead rat in my yard and if you recall, I described the spontaneous spine-bending-twisting-crazy-lady dance I did in my driveway as a result of the it's-gotta-be-moved-by-someone-and-it-ain't-gonna-be-me-but-no-one-else-is-around realization.
Yesterday, I had a similar siting. Except this time in my backyard AND the four-legged creature is alive! For sometime, Gilly has spent his evenings running the back fence--now I'm thinking the purpose extends beyond daily exercise. He knows about the rat!
OK, I'm a problem solver. I'll look at this calmly and rationally. Is Gilly trying to catch said creature to protect me? Does this rodent ever come on my patio? WORSE CASE SCENARIO--and all the calm is gone...Can he get through Gilly's doggy door? What am I going to do!!!??
Anyone slightly acquainted with me knows I do not like guns...especially in the hands of maniacs...of which I'm one with a gun in my hands. However, after my siting, I must again calm my maniacal tendencies...what kind of weapon will not only kill this roaming rodent, but take its remains out of my sight the instant of demise? Perhaps a Google search is in store--a hand gun? M16? A shotgun? Grenade? I know, a machine gun. Problem is, I don't own any of these--'course I wouldn't have to go far within family boundaries to find a supply of at least some of these.
So, what do I do? I'm not really into violence. Perhaps I could consider allowing Gilly his new friend and hope he can keep the beast at bay? Throw my food garbage in the neighbor's yard and the beast will find another happy home? Go into therapy? (There are those who might even fork out a few shillings to encourage that experience.)
Another idea: Call in law enforcement! Yes, that will work. My next door police officer and friend will have the answer.
Ahhh -- I feel so much better!
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