This time, I heard no snap

Gavin, the one who wanted to go upstairs with a little bow and arrow to hunt down the R.A.T s, was convinced, as the man of the house, to set the rat traps upstairs. My initial plan to have the critters open the cellophane to the rat traps, pull back the hinge and release it on their necks did not work. Gavin put the rat traps so they had to reach the peanut butter bait head first. Smarter boy than I am.

Sooooooooo, last night in the wee hours as I was up anyway with a busy mind and a sore throat, I heard something running around. Then I heard a desperate flopping about noise. This morning, I went upstairs and sure enough, a big, ugly Norwegian roof rat was lying there dead as a doornail. Ellie wanted to see, opened the attic door and announce, "I'm Coming Up, Rat!" There was no answer.