The Rat Hunt

So this past week my parents have been at war with a rat. Actually, more than one. They've now killed two. They believe the war is over. They are praying the war is over. Last night we got to be a part of the war last night. Thomas loved it. As soon as we walked in he asked both Uncle Ross and Papa if he could see the rat. He was made when he got locked out of the laundry room while the guys were on the hunt. He couldn't wait to see the rat when they caught him. Even though he was dead. And oh the look of glee on his face when Uncle Ross held it up by the tail to scare me and my sister.

Here they are checking out under the dishwasher, the last place the rat was seen running under. yep, in the kitchen. Dad found him on the counter. EWWWWW!!!!

Yes, my husband is holding a gun. A bb gun to be exact. They were serious about catching this guy.

Thomas was in on all the action. He wasn't afraid, but determined to see this rat.