Late afternoon, while herding chickens back into the coop, I realized a hen was missing. After our demise with Henrietta, my heart couldn't take another death. I called the kids to help in the search. She just had to be hiding in the bushes somewhere.
Jammin' called from the side yard. "Mom, come quick, Zoe and the chicken have some sort of animal."
There, in our sideyard, hen Speedy, ran tossing some large infant rodent about with her beak. The baby squealed in fright. Across the yard, Zoe, jumped around in delight. She had uncovered a nest. Jammin' and I examined the large hairless infants. They didn't even have their eyes opened.
"RATS!" I announced. "Horrible baby rats."
There was only one thing to do. KILL THEM ALL.
I grabbed a sharp shovel and with mighty power, and deadly skill, I put an end to those rats with one whack. (besides, Speedy and Zoe had injured enough of them, I decided it was best to put the little squirming, squealing creatures out of their misery.)
Jammin' was wide eyed. "You cut their heads off!" He was impressed. He knew rats carried disease and were horrible pests. We had struck and delivered a fatal blow to that colony.
And then......
I started thinking about what I had seen. Those large hairless infants didn't have any tails. Their ears were kind of on the big side too. And that nest.....I've never known a rat to build a nest out in the open, so exposed.
One google search later confirmed my fears.
I was no longer The deadly rat assassin, but a cold blooded bunny slayer.
Don't tell Jammin'.