OK what's next? Is the next kill going to be torn in half? I've been stalking this guy for a while. I entered the garage at dusk. That's when rats come out to find food. I head a sound in the corner so I climbed the ladder and aimed my gun where I figured the rat would climb up to escape. After about two or three seconds of no activity, I looked down and saw the rat sitting on its haunches looking up at me. I quickly pointed my gun down towards it and it bolted back into the corner. I got down from my ladder and waited, blocking its only other escape route. My dog jaunted over into the corner where the rat was and started pawing at all the junk that the rat was hiding behind. With her help the rat took off right towards me. As much as I wanted to stomp on it or kick it, I just hadn't prepared myself for an actual physical mêlée. So I froze as the rat ran right between my feet and into the safety of the drywall. I pounded on the drywall but the rat was smart enough to stay put. So I left the garage and wasted a couple hours on The Internet and television before going back out to the garage. My second trip out to the garage was fruitful. I'm not giving anything away here, you clicked on "Kill12" to get this page after all... So the rat had emerged from the safety of the drywall when I came in for an ill-intentioned visit. It jumped up along the shelf and ran across the pegboard like so many of its dead cousins before it. Apparently, It's an inborn instinct to hide behind a pegboard because that's what it did. After climbing behind the pegboard, it stuck its little head out to see if I was still there. I lined up the sights on the gun and fired. It disappeared behind the drywall and I thought I might have gotten. him. So I got down from the ladder and took a closer look. I was disappointed to see a clean chunk out of the drywall about a centimeter away from where the rats head had been. So I began my inspection of the holes in the pegboard. It took me a really long time (probably about five minutes) before I finally saw some fur behind some holes. Looking back, it reminds me of the board game battleship. The rat was positioned at approximately F-30, F-31, F-32, and F-33. So I figured I'd hit some important body part if I went for F-31 or F-32. I pressed the tip of the rifle against the pegboard and pulled the trigger. The noise of the gun drowned out any scurrying that the rat might have done, so I looked through the holes again to find it. I found some fur near the bottom of the pegboard. I lined up the gun and fired again. The fur moved to the corner and I lined up and fired again. Finally, the ragged little rodent emerged from the corner and fell to the ground. I could see that the rat was still very much alive but in slow and grotesque movements, it made its way to the corner of the garage behind a box. I pulled the box out after reloading and found it slowly dying in a pile of leaves. So I backed up a few feet and aimed at its head. The shot was true and it sent the rat into a flurry of convulsions on its back. This is when I saw that the little rat's intestines were in the same place as Kill 11's. Let's just say that its guts weren't in its body anymore. Squeaking ensued and I sat back and watched, assuming three pellets would certainly do the trick. Slow strained movements were its last as it extended its right leg into a pointed flex and froze. Before I went back to the house to get the camera, I noticed that there was a beautiful crimson streak of spilt blood right under the drywall. This garage is becoming a battle scene.
That foamy stuff is super expanding foam. I sprayed it in there to keep the rats from getting inside the walls.
Excuse me, I think your fly is down.
This guy looks well hung.
Notice the two wounds in this shot. One in the shoulder and one in the forehead. This guy was in a world of hurt.
Nice clean wound in the ribs too, I think that's the one that pushed its guts out.