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I hear you, guys.... I guess I'm just too empathetic with everything in life!

I had a rat in my house, so I set the standard rat traps up. I caught the fucker, but the trap only got the vermin by the paw, so when I came home that night, it had been suffering for hours (Aria said she heard the rat trap go off in the afternoon, but she wasn't about to check it). It was lying there, eyes closed, barely breathing. Chris had to come over and smash it's head in for me so it would die quickly and not lie in the trash can in pain. I was almost in tears, I felt so terrible. I even had a thought flash through my head of taking it in and nursing it back to heath, and then releasing it somewhere else. Then I thought: it's a fucking diseased rat. (shudder)

Still, I felt like a murder. I hope it's up in rat heaven, eating blocks of cheese without a trap in sight. And I hope Sophia gets sober and happy. That's all.




Call an exterminator and at least have your place and surroundings checked out. Rats are almost always never alone, where there is one, there are many. Mice are a different story...your and Aria are at risk for something like BOOB-onic plague or some shit, and that would make ME and many others here thoroughly depressed.

BTW, what did you bait the trap with...? if the fucker just got its paw in it he may not have been as enticed as he should have been, either that or he was a SMART Rat with just slow reflexes trying to yank the bait out before the trap snapped.
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