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This morning after breakfast, Bella went out into the back yard and apparently caught a rat. I didn't see her do it, but when I looked out the window, she was standing over the body of a rodent of some sort. I couldn't tell if it was a rat or a small squirrel until I went out there for a closer look, but fortunately it was a rat (not that this is a good thing, but it's better than her catching a baby squirrel). Upon somewhat closer examination I determined that it was a not-quite-dead rat! 
Maybe men are supposed to be able to handle stuff like this, but I'm decidedly squeamish about such things. However, I succeeded in fulfilling my spousal duty of slaying monsters and dealing with particularly unpleasant things. (I will spare you the details.)
Maybe men are supposed to be able to handle stuff like this, but I'm decidedly squeamish about such things. However, I succeeded in fulfilling my spousal duty of slaying monsters and dealing with particularly unpleasant things. (I will spare you the details.)