Number three was easy. It ran into the corner of the rafters when I entered. Being the inexperienced baby rat that it was, it froze. I took aim and fired. It popped out like a jack-in-the-box and fell to the ground. No twitching, breathing, heartbeat, or anything. Instant death. That's the way I like it. Sure, I'm a sick bastard because I enjoy this stuff, but I want them dead, not suffering. Upon closer inspection, I realized I had hit it right in the lower lip. I assume the pellet dug deep and mixed it's brains.
This is the corner where it froze.
The crime scene photo.
The lip wound. You know if they would just leave, I wouldn't have to do this!