Friday, March 30, 2007

Shallow grave.

Wish my rodent was imaginary; I had a tug of rat with Moab, the rat's tail-skin stripped off, the shiny naked tail bled on the carpet as the rat tried to flee from us. I took the rat outside and convinced Iris it wouldn't make a good pet now, not with its tail smarting and its internal injuries slowly killing it. I explained we had a choice, it could die slowly or I could kill it fast. We decided I should kill it. I picked it up by its poor naked tail and swung its head hard and fast onto the concrete step to snap its spine.

As it quietly died Iris called it a cutie and admired its perfect little pink feet.

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Blogger Adrexia said...

Aww... :(

6:37 PM  
Blogger RUTH said...


We've been having a rodent a night, mostly mice and one teenage rat. We put Andy outside with them, shut the cat door and look the other way. In the morning we have entrails.

12:46 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

Our cat is partial to eating the back ends of mice. We find them on the doorstep, eyes closed, little forepaws tucked in - nothing below the waist remains.....

Personally I prefer the "smash with shovel" method. Less visceral somehow - like the difference between a bayonet and a bullet. Actually I prefer "what I don't see will not harm me" to both of those other options.

9:00 PM  

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