The Rat(s). Part Deux.

If you recall, we've encountered rats before. 

I'm not a fan. 

Well, they are fucking back. 

And I witnessed something traumatizing. 

It still haunts me. 

It was maybe 2 weeks ago? 

I let the dogs outside, like normal. 

I realized they were both nose-down, staring at the thing that holds our hose. 

I go out there (Ava follows) and we go stare at it with them. 

Hm. I wonder. 

(At this point, I have no idea what they are staring at).

I move the hose-thing.

A rat straight jumps out AT US, jumps THROUGH Ava's legs (she screams as it brushes up against her leg) and the dogs barrel past us, chasing this thing through the yard. 

I'm kinda freaking out and kinda laughing at this. 

I realize that Bella is back at the hose-thing. 

I life it straight up, thinking that the rat has already run away! There can't be another rat, right?

Oh. I was wrong. 

Very wrong.

And this rat. 

Well. 

He didn't get away. 

My sweet Bella dog. 

She caught this fucking rat and threw it. 

Tossed it.

Through the air. 

Mr. grabbed it.

He tossed it. 

It landed and tried to get away. 

Bella grabbed it again and this time...

CHOMPED DOWN. 

This entire time I'm screaming and running back and forth (not entirely sure what to do).

Mila comes out to see what's going on and I yell at her to go back inside (why traumatize her at this point? Me and Ava are already fucked).

Ava is still standing there, watching this unfold.

I'm looking for a shovel.

We have like 10.

Of course I can't find any shovel.

None. Not a one.

What the fuck?!

Steve took them allllll over to the other side of the deck. Must've been using them for something.

Grab a shovel and head back over. 

I have to get these dogs away from this (now) dead rat. 

But, since it's freshly dead...it's still...squishy?

It won't just go on the shovel. It just keeps flopping around.

So I have to get another stick and have to use that to get it on the shovel. Ugh.

Mind you, I still have two frantic dogs trying to get the rat OFF the shovel while I'm trying to do this.

I finally succeed and throw the rat into our "Rat Graveyard" that's on the other side of our driveway, in the bushes. 

I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm proud of my girl for MURDERING THAT PEST. 

But watching it all happen?

I won't ever get that site out of my mind.