A few weeks ago I sent the kids to the shed that currently houses the baby goats (it's also used to store other items). I told them to get the can of bolts & wing nuts that go with our scaffolding. They came back saying it wasn't there, but I knew it was so I went to look myself. Sure enough, there was no sign of any of them. What could have happened? After several minutes of looking around I found one bolt in the far corner next to the can that held them. This was the beginning of a mystery. After digging a little in the dirt I found some more bolts & a few other items. All of a sudden a grey flash appeared out of the corner of my eye & I knew what I was up against. A pack rat! (All of the stuff in the picture was in his nest.) The body was 6 inches long & he was as quick as a chubby rat stuffed with goat food could be. Knowing I had to get rid of him I closed the door & went to get my pistol.
As I crept around slowly moving boards trying to find him, I cocked the hammer on my .22 ready to fire. Once he made a run for it, I shot & the next 45 seconds was like a cross between The Apple Dumpling Gang movie and a Tom & Jerry cartoon. I felt like Don Knotts trying to shoot a rat that was sticking his tongue out at me as he ran. It's a good thing I had a 6 shooter because I needed all 6 shots. I think the rat was laughing so hard he had to stop & catch his breath. That still moment was all I needed.
Commander Creg protects his house.