R.I.P. You Rat Bastard

Killed another fucking rat last night. This one three, four, maybe even five times the size of the other two victims. A baby killer for sure. It was a little more of a drawn out process this time out. Even with a broken neck and a crushed wind pipe the proud little rat bastard refused to go quietly. He flailed around for a few minutes down there, making a whole lotta noise, the wooden trap clack-clack-clacking against the concrete basement floor. Even managed to take a dump and squeeze out another half turd before crawling behind the garbage can and finally calling it quits.