Well, when I was a wee monkey of 5 years...

One day while I was at school (kindergarten that is) & my mom & little bro
(who was 2 yrs old) were out, my dad decided to rid our house of it's rat
problem, man these fuckers were like 4-6 inches long not counting the tails,
they weren't afraid of people & just hung out in the kitchen in the day time.
It was ridiculous. So pappy just ran down to the pawn shop, picked up a
pellet gun and a box of pellets, came home, pulled up a chair, opened all the
cabinets, and had a field day. He just shot 'em down one after the other.
All in all, there were about 20 or 30 corpses lying around. Some popped into
little, ratty pieces, others just got a ventilation hole, said there was rat
blood all over the place, in the cabinets, on the counter, floor, walls...

When my mom got home with my bro she freaked out. It was cleaned up by the
time I got out of school that day, so I missed all the fun. Consarn it!

A goofy-ass story from my dad. At this house, we've all got crazy stories.
-Monkey