So we have this little tear in the screen on our back door. You may recall this is not the only broken screen this house has seen & Dad just keeps rigging it so bugs really don't get in but it keeps coming loose.
So Saturday, Lola & I were chillin at home with Dad while Mom & Penny were doing girly stuff.
Dad was playing video games (it's OK Dad, you can admit it) when he saw a hairy fat rodent walk into the kitchen toward the back door. He jumped up and screamed "WTF???" and it woke me up. He tried to run after the varment but I pushed him out of the way and took control of the situation. I cornered the little bugger and he went like this!
Dad & Lola were huddled on top of the dining room table and I grabbed the stupid rat thing and shook in hard. It tried to bite me many, MANY times but I was too quick. I threw it to the ground and stomped on it with my giant Sherman feet and then bit it in the head again. I crunched down hard and it went "EEEeeekkk!" and then I crunched it all over it's body till it was dead.
Dad got down from the table and said "Thank you Sherman, I was wondering what we were going to have for lunch. You sure do earn your keep around here".
Yes Sir...I certainly do.
We really did have a Possum in our house on Sunday. Looks like a Rat, huh???
But Sniffy McSnifferton didn't even wake up. Scott got the Dogs upstairs and the little thing outside went back outside. When I asked Scott what happened to it, he said "I took care of it". To which I replied..."Where did you find a Have-A-Heart trap???"
I don't wanna know.