Last summer, I noticed a rat living underneath my shed in the back garden. I tried my hardest to convince my female counterpart that we had a rat living with us, but as usual was met with a wall of silence.
So time passed and I didn't see Rodney the rat again, so I just figured that he had gone away some place else.
A couple of weeks ago, I was looking out of my french doors at my garden when I noticed a big brown rat run across the gravel. Not good. So again I informed my female counterpart, and this time she seen it.
"You'll have to put poison down"
So down went the poison, begrudgingly, since I don't actually believe in killing anything. As much as I hate rats, I can't bear the thought of hurting anything. I get so obsessive about it that I actually rescue those tiny summer flies that come through the bathroom window and rest in the basin. It is as though I am doing nature a great service, I can't bear to kill anything.
Today I have been informed that the rat was dead, all in all with the tail just under half a meter in length. 'We need to get rid of it' was a fantastic suggestion but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. This poor thing had suffered immensely through terrible stomach pains (I know all about that), was under so much pain that it ventured out in the day for some kind of relief, crawled halfway across the gravel lawn and just died through immense pain. I feel darn guilty as well. But then, what could I do? Should I have let them breed in their hundreds to take over the whole garden? Surely it is all about survival of the fittest.
Am I looking too much into the death of just one rat? Sometimes you have to be tough in this life but the murder of this rat will now continue to plague me for the rest of the day with guilt. I couldn't watch as I scooped up the rat and placed him in a box into the trashbin. I can deal with most things, spiders, snakes, they dont bother me - but rats, although I can't stand to look at them, I can't bear to hurt anything. Surely there are guys out there who can admit the same?
What can't you deal with?