A couple days after kill number 17 I bagged this guy. Same story... I came in with the usual rat hunting tools and spot lighted this little varmint poking its head out of the corner of the drywall. I waited because I didn't want the little jerk to fall into an inaccessible area after being shot. After just a few seconds, the rat decided to get the hell out of there. As it emerged, I saw its white belly and I let the shot fly. About ten seconds of struggling were all it could do. What a beautiful shot, right through the heart.
Shot through the heart, and I'm to blame.
I think the worst thing about dying is getting dust in your eye.