Pack Rat

Life on a farm has really changed my way of thinking. Yesterday, I wrote about my encounter with a wild pack rat that had taken up residence in the guest bathroom in my home.   Here is what happened next.

Upon finding the pack rat and realizing why the cat was so afraid to use her cat door, I understood I needed to catch the critter and remove it from the home.  I went outside and found my fiancé and informed him of the problem. He immediately came into the house and told me to wait in the living room. I asked, why?  What are you going to do? That is when he came out of the bedroom with a pistol and said, “I am going to shoot it.”

I thought, Wow! What have I got myself into! 

My next thought was has my honey lost his mind?  What was he thinking shooting a gun in the house? What was the bathroom going to look like? 

The next thing I hear is a BANG, BANG, BANG and then a final BANG.

The house was filled with the smell of gunsmoke. The first 3 shots missed and the last shot killed the rat. The bathroom was relatively untouched. There was only a small hole in the drawer and bird shot everywhere.

When my husband tells the story it is way different.  I married an amazing man and he keeps me laughing. It has been three years and we have just finished remodeling the bathroom. There is no longer a cat door because Miss Kitty has refused to ever go into the room again. My sweet husband had promised not to shoot the gun again in the house.