OK, so I'm a pretty good marksman. But not this good. This can only be explained by luck. I jumped into the garage, gun ready, and switched on the lights. I heard the rat dart across the rafters out of sight. I waited aiming the gun next to Ratty's escape route in a spot where I figured my reactions would take hold. The gray blur triggered my trigger finger. Ratty disappeared for a moment. Then its lashing tail told me that my shot had made its mark. This is difficult to describe but I felt like a clay pigeon shooter with out a clue as to when the target was going to appear, and just a half a second to shoot it.
My luckiest shot yet.
Clean shot in the face.