After kill number thirty six, I waited. I knew that there was another baby rat running around and I wanted to wait for it. I panned the garage and was quickly tipped off by a small pair of glowing eyes. The baby was poking its head through a small opening between a box and a ceiling rafter. I'm sure it was under the illusion that it was safely viewing me from a distance. Nothing could be further from the truth. The incredible accuracy of my cheap rifle came in quite handy. I fired a pellet right into the poor unsuspecting babies forehead. After inspecting the body, I ascertained that the pellet made a trip through the brain, all the way through its body, and out its abdomen. The quivering carcass streaked the wall with crimson on its way down where it lay silent. Trash day isn't for two more days. My garbage can is getting very stinky.
More decorations for the garage.
In the head.
Out the belly.