I had a dream. There was a group of us chasing down a pack rat (a
wood rat). Three of us had shovels. One woman finally cornered the rat and dispatched it. Whew!
Then I woke to the scritch-scratchy sounds of a rodent. It sounded like it was in our bedroom. Paul heard it too, which is how I knew I was no longer dreaming. Ew.
Then, we found that one of our rat traps in the main part of the house had succeeded in dispatching one of them. Nice.
Mike and Violet skinned it. They admired it's health and how the fur didn't have any bare patches like some of the urban critters they had dealt with in the past.
Look away if you're squeamish, or hope you can unsee this somehow if your are - will try to see if this gif load in here.
Attached is a pic of its gorgeous pelt. Violet said she's like to use it for mitten cuffs.