Not dealing with Marine animals, but I still need help please!
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ok, fine
ok, fine
granted, Nezumi was a rat from Hell... Jeepers and Tilly were nice and lovey.... eat right out of my hand, crawled on my shoulders, cuddled nicely. Go for it Brook... just a word of warning to any of you out there that are in the military. It is a bit of an embarassing tale about marksmanship.
*grabs the Pringles from my work stash*
by the way, have you called animal control yet?
ok, fine
granted, Nezumi was a rat from Hell... Jeepers and Tilly were nice and lovey.... eat right out of my hand, crawled on my shoulders, cuddled nicely. Go for it Brook... just a word of warning to any of you out there that are in the military. It is a bit of an embarassing tale about marksmanship.
*grabs the Pringles from my work stash*
by the way, have you called animal control yet?
ouspeedbump
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as long as the monster doesn't get into my dark chocolate stash he/she/it can eat all of your pecans. Anyone wanna blow under his/her/it's tail to find out what he/she/it is?
OUBrook
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Alright, here ya go:
Alright, here ya go:
Well, Sheri has always liked rodents. My mom got the crap end with us as kids. My mom was the original fish keeper. And she wanted it to end there. There are 3 of us girls: Sheri who liked rodents and, in my opinion, anything that can carry rabies; Sara, who liked all forms of reptiles, and me, who liked and had dogs, cats, fish, birds, bunnies, and I liked most exotic animals. Mom said "no" with every pet except fish. But some how, we just got stuck with them
Well, Sheri decided when she was LIVING IN THE DORMS that she wanted to get a rat -not a mouse- a rat, and hide it in her dorm closet. Wow, there's another coincidence, isn't there...? Rat, Closet. Closet, Squirrel... hmm.. Anyway, she couldn't have it out long enough to play with it and keep it from getting mean. So it got mean. Then she had to bring it home for Christmas break or something like that. Mom was not pleased. It stayed isolated in a room because when you walked by the cage, it leapt and clung to the side trying to attack you. Ah!? Once I had to put something by it's cage, and, making sure I didn't touch the cage, I leaned over, and the little turd reached out, grabbed my elbow, and started death-shaking it! I had several bloody teeth marks on my elbow. I lost all forms of affection for that thing.
Well, Sheri couldn't take the rat back with her to Norman (I don't remember why), and she had to leave it in my mom's care. Big mistake. Mom knew there was no taming this rat, so she called Sheri and tormented her by saying things like, "What are you going to do? It's mean, and you can't tame it... It's just going to get worse. It's not a pet anymore... I don't want it at my house. Etc, etc, etc." She was wearing her down. Finally, Sheri said something along the lines of "Do what you want with it. But be humane, and don't tell me what you did." I'm sure my mom's mouth curled up like the Grinch's at hearing that.
Mom decided to put the rat in the deep freeze, allowing it to peacefully fall asleep and die. She put it in the freezer before she left for work, thinking by the time she got home, she could take it out and bury it. Nope! She opened the freezer door and it was curled up, glaring at her and trying to kill her with death rays coming from its eyes. She freaked and shut the door. I come home later that day. We had some Air Force guys living across the street from us that were getting assigned somewhere else. So one guy came over to say goodbye to us. My mom starts telling him about this rat, and what she should do. He got this evil little spark in his eye. He started grinning and said, "Let's shoot it...
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" My mom thought about it for awhile, chuckled, and looked at me for acceptance. "NO! We're not going to shoot Sheri's pet!" Mom started wearing me down too. "Brook, thi s thing will bite anyone it comes into contact with. I tried freezing it! It's a rat from Hell! What other option do we have?" I said, "Well, we could take it out several miles into the country and let it go."
Mom: Brook, it's not scared of anyone. If it came onto a farmhouse it would bite someone and by then it could have rabies.
Me: It'll probably get picked off by coyotes or something.
Mom: And how humane is that?? This will be quick and painless...
Me: ... .... . .. ....... ........NO! We're not going to shoot Sheri's pet rat! How would we even tell her?!
Mom: Sheri told me she doesn't want to know how it happens. This is the best thing for it.
Well, this went on for about 30 minutes. Plus the fly guy was interrupting with "It really is the best for it, Brook. I was the top marksman of my class. I won't miss." -Remember that.
Finally, I said okay. He ran like a little kid across the street, woke up the roommate and said we needed his gun. He didn't even ask why!!! He just was like, "Okay. It's in the closet." He gets out one bullet. Top marksman of his class would only need one, right? In the back of my mind I'm thinking, "Ya know, we grew up on a farm... held quail unlimited tournaments at our house.. I've never seen this guy shoot. And frankly, seeing him with that gun kinda scares me.. Maybe I, or even MOM, should shoot it. No.. I don't want to be the one that shoots Sheri's pet. Maybe Mom should. She's a crack-shot with a gun. Years of experience..." Well, this guy is so excited, he's rushing us to get the rat ready for execution. My mom, being the wise woman she is, says, "We need to get it out of the cage. If Sheri wants to sell it someday, they'd probably want to know what the bullet hole is from ." In total seriousness!
Okay, this next part is all kind of a blurr.. I remember I was on the verge of tears thinking this poor animal is being killed in a matter of seconds, and I was so nervous for some reason. His gun was a scary military-looking gun. Not an old, beat up, been-in-the-family-for-years kind of gun. This was a gun to kill people. Or in this case, rats. Or maybe I was nervous because I've never even seen this guy shoot before and he's standing in the middle of town at night about to fire it. Well, my mom goes to open the cage, and as soon as she does, it runs out to eat someone. And then it actually stands still as he hovers over it and points the gun at POINT BLANK RANGE at it. I squeeze my mom knowing it's about to die. I think this rat knew all along what was going on, and it thought, "If I'm going down, you're going down with me."
I swear this is how it happened: As he pulled the trigger and the bullet gets fired and starts exiting the barrel, the rat heard the click, used it's amazing rat powers, and leaped out of the way as the bullet penetrates the ground beneath it! Top marksman of his class.. And if I'm lying, I'm dying! We saw that he was going to shoot it. It was dead on. Then suddenly it jumped, but not fast enough. He shot it's toe! The rat starts hopping and squeaking through the tall grass with blood trailing it. The guys start jumping around trying to get away from this rat that's trying to get back to it's cage. The guy that shot it tried to stomp on it to kill it. Now, does that make sense? A rat that survived an ice age and a bullet is going to die from a man in flip-flops... When he stomped on it, the rat lurched around and bit his big toe. He freaks and started shaking the rat up in the air to get him off of his to e. My mom and I are running so it doesn't fly towards us. The guy is flinging blood all over from the rat hanging on his toe. The rat finally lets go and lands in the grass. My mom and I are holding each other up so we don't fall on the ground with the rat from laughing so hard. We have tears running down our faces. It was probably the funniest thing I've ever seen. If ever I wished I had a camera...
So now the guys are running around the yard, one of which is waving a gun all over (that scared me to death. I know he only had one bullet.. but I sure screamed at him to drop the gun). We can't see a giant rat that's "not scared of humans" because of the tall grass, plus it's loose in Enid. There has been a gun fired in the middle of town with human blood all over the yard and someone yelling, "Drop the gun!! Put it down!!". My mind goes, "someone is going to have called the cops after they heard a gunshot outside of their house. How much time do we have to catch this rat?" Well, the rat climbs back on to it's cage seeking refuge. This breaks my little heart. Not only is this rat clearly sorry for what it's done and completely terrified, but it still has to die. The guy with the bleeding toe that missed his shot goes up and kicks the rat off the cage. The other guy goes and gets this big log they sit on around the fire. Mom and I can't see the rat. All we see are these two guys chasing this rat in the middle of the night, one guy with a log over his head about to throw it at the ground. He does. And we see the log bounce off of the ground with a little "Squeak!!" sound coming from it. The rat was still alive!! They don't know what they're going to do now. There were lots of cuss words being spoken. The rat bee-lines for the neighbor's fence. They know they have to kill it before it leaves the yard. So he picks the log back up and throws it from over his head again. This time the log doesn't bounce and doesn't squeak.
We rush to get everything inside, fail to find the bullet, and the marksman is scrubbing the floor with peroxide to get the blood out of the kitchen carpet from his big toe. My mom picked up the rat with a paper towel and is holding it inside before we go home to bury it. She looks down at the rat and I say, "This is the time in the movie where the rat comes alive and kills everyone in the house..." But it didn't. We had finally killed the rat. Now... what do we tell Sheri?
We kept it from her for awhile until she heard us telling other people the story. We felt bad for what happened, but what could we do?! It was the rat from Hell! Well, I guess we could have let it go in the country... but I'm pretty sure a couple coyotes would have lost their lives over that snack!
Alright, here ya go:
Well, Sheri has always liked rodents. My mom got the crap end with us as kids. My mom was the original fish keeper. And she wanted it to end there. There are 3 of us girls: Sheri who liked rodents and, in my opinion, anything that can carry rabies; Sara, who liked all forms of reptiles, and me, who liked and had dogs, cats, fish, birds, bunnies, and I liked most exotic animals. Mom said "no" with every pet except fish. But some how, we just got stuck with them
Well, Sheri decided when she was LIVING IN THE DORMS that she wanted to get a rat -not a mouse- a rat, and hide it in her dorm closet. Wow, there's another coincidence, isn't there...? Rat, Closet. Closet, Squirrel... hmm.. Anyway, she couldn't have it out long enough to play with it and keep it from getting mean. So it got mean. Then she had to bring it home for Christmas break or something like that. Mom was not pleased. It stayed isolated in a room because when you walked by the cage, it leapt and clung to the side trying to attack you. Ah!? Once I had to put something by it's cage, and, making sure I didn't touch the cage, I leaned over, and the little turd reached out, grabbed my elbow, and started death-shaking it! I had several bloody teeth marks on my elbow. I lost all forms of affection for that thing.
Well, Sheri couldn't take the rat back with her to Norman (I don't remember why), and she had to leave it in my mom's care. Big mistake. Mom knew there was no taming this rat, so she called Sheri and tormented her by saying things like, "What are you going to do? It's mean, and you can't tame it... It's just going to get worse. It's not a pet anymore... I don't want it at my house. Etc, etc, etc." She was wearing her down. Finally, Sheri said something along the lines of "Do what you want with it. But be humane, and don't tell me what you did." I'm sure my mom's mouth curled up like the Grinch's at hearing that.
Mom decided to put the rat in the deep freeze, allowing it to peacefully fall asleep and die. She put it in the freezer before she left for work, thinking by the time she got home, she could take it out and bury it. Nope! She opened the freezer door and it was curled up, glaring at her and trying to kill her with death rays coming from its eyes. She freaked and shut the door. I come home later that day. We had some Air Force guys living across the street from us that were getting assigned somewhere else. So one guy came over to say goodbye to us. My mom starts telling him about this rat, and what she should do. He got this evil little spark in his eye. He started grinning and said, "Let's shoot it...
..." My mom thought about it for awhile, chuckled, and looked at me for acceptance. "NO! We're not going to shoot Sheri's pet!" Mom started wearing me down too. "Brook, thi s thing will bite anyone it comes into contact with. I tried freezing it! It's a rat from Hell! What other option do we have?" I said, "Well, we could take it out several miles into the country and let it go."Mom: Brook, it's not scared of anyone. If it came onto a farmhouse it would bite someone and by then it could have rabies.
Me: It'll probably get picked off by coyotes or something.
Mom: And how humane is that?? This will be quick and painless...
Me: ... .... . .. ....... ........NO! We're not going to shoot Sheri's pet rat! How would we even tell her?!
Mom: Sheri told me she doesn't want to know how it happens. This is the best thing for it.
Well, this went on for about 30 minutes. Plus the fly guy was interrupting with "It really is the best for it, Brook. I was the top marksman of my class. I won't miss." -Remember that.
Finally, I said okay. He ran like a little kid across the street, woke up the roommate and said we needed his gun. He didn't even ask why!!! He just was like, "Okay. It's in the closet." He gets out one bullet. Top marksman of his class would only need one, right? In the back of my mind I'm thinking, "Ya know, we grew up on a farm... held quail unlimited tournaments at our house.. I've never seen this guy shoot. And frankly, seeing him with that gun kinda scares me.. Maybe I, or even MOM, should shoot it. No.. I don't want to be the one that shoots Sheri's pet. Maybe Mom should. She's a crack-shot with a gun. Years of experience..." Well, this guy is so excited, he's rushing us to get the rat ready for execution. My mom, being the wise woman she is, says, "We need to get it out of the cage. If Sheri wants to sell it someday, they'd probably want to know what the bullet hole is from ." In total seriousness!
Okay, this next part is all kind of a blurr.. I remember I was on the verge of tears thinking this poor animal is being killed in a matter of seconds, and I was so nervous for some reason. His gun was a scary military-looking gun. Not an old, beat up, been-in-the-family-for-years kind of gun. This was a gun to kill people. Or in this case, rats. Or maybe I was nervous because I've never even seen this guy shoot before and he's standing in the middle of town at night about to fire it. Well, my mom goes to open the cage, and as soon as she does, it runs out to eat someone. And then it actually stands still as he hovers over it and points the gun at POINT BLANK RANGE at it. I squeeze my mom knowing it's about to die. I think this rat knew all along what was going on, and it thought, "If I'm going down, you're going down with me."
I swear this is how it happened: As he pulled the trigger and the bullet gets fired and starts exiting the barrel, the rat heard the click, used it's amazing rat powers, and leaped out of the way as the bullet penetrates the ground beneath it! Top marksman of his class.. And if I'm lying, I'm dying! We saw that he was going to shoot it. It was dead on. Then suddenly it jumped, but not fast enough. He shot it's toe! The rat starts hopping and squeaking through the tall grass with blood trailing it. The guys start jumping around trying to get away from this rat that's trying to get back to it's cage. The guy that shot it tried to stomp on it to kill it. Now, does that make sense? A rat that survived an ice age and a bullet is going to die from a man in flip-flops... When he stomped on it, the rat lurched around and bit his big toe. He freaks and started shaking the rat up in the air to get him off of his to e. My mom and I are running so it doesn't fly towards us. The guy is flinging blood all over from the rat hanging on his toe. The rat finally lets go and lands in the grass. My mom and I are holding each other up so we don't fall on the ground with the rat from laughing so hard. We have tears running down our faces. It was probably the funniest thing I've ever seen. If ever I wished I had a camera...
So now the guys are running around the yard, one of which is waving a gun all over (that scared me to death. I know he only had one bullet.. but I sure screamed at him to drop the gun). We can't see a giant rat that's "not scared of humans" because of the tall grass, plus it's loose in Enid. There has been a gun fired in the middle of town with human blood all over the yard and someone yelling, "Drop the gun!! Put it down!!". My mind goes, "someone is going to have called the cops after they heard a gunshot outside of their house. How much time do we have to catch this rat?" Well, the rat climbs back on to it's cage seeking refuge. This breaks my little heart. Not only is this rat clearly sorry for what it's done and completely terrified, but it still has to die. The guy with the bleeding toe that missed his shot goes up and kicks the rat off the cage. The other guy goes and gets this big log they sit on around the fire. Mom and I can't see the rat. All we see are these two guys chasing this rat in the middle of the night, one guy with a log over his head about to throw it at the ground. He does. And we see the log bounce off of the ground with a little "Squeak!!" sound coming from it. The rat was still alive!! They don't know what they're going to do now. There were lots of cuss words being spoken. The rat bee-lines for the neighbor's fence. They know they have to kill it before it leaves the yard. So he picks the log back up and throws it from over his head again. This time the log doesn't bounce and doesn't squeak.
We rush to get everything inside, fail to find the bullet, and the marksman is scrubbing the floor with peroxide to get the blood out of the kitchen carpet from his big toe. My mom picked up the rat with a paper towel and is holding it inside before we go home to bury it. She looks down at the rat and I say, "This is the time in the movie where the rat comes alive and kills everyone in the house..." But it didn't. We had finally killed the rat. Now... what do we tell Sheri?
We kept it from her for awhile until she heard us telling other people the story. We felt bad for what happened, but what could we do?! It was the rat from Hell! Well, I guess we could have let it go in the country... but I'm pretty sure a couple coyotes would have lost their lives over that snack!
OUBrook
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Heck yeah! And you doubted me, Adam! I believe your words were, "It's your lack of 'power' over the poor critter..."
I don't need no stinkin' boys to help me with this. I'm just being wise and surveying the situation. When I'm ready to take action, I'll call you boys out to get bit instead of me. Lol, I know what I'm doin...
I don't need no stinkin' boys to help me with this. I'm just being wise and surveying the situation. When I'm ready to take action, I'll call you boys out to get bit instead of me. Lol, I know what I'm doin...
Oh oh.... I was setting around thinking "what would I do if I had a crazed squirrel in my closet?" This probably won't work unless he has gotten comfortable to you staring at him! lol... Get a long piece of small diameter PVC and make a loop with some rope coming out of the end of it and use it like a dog catcher pole! I'd try it! hahaha
The pellet gun offer still stands!
Disclaimer: I am not responsible if the PVC agitates the squirrel to a point of jumping and running into the rest of your house.
I'd try it! hahahaThe pellet gun offer still stands!
Disclaimer: I am not responsible if the PVC agitates the squirrel to a point of jumping and running into the rest of your house.
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