I have a barn.
|The workbench above the nest is 8 feet long and the shelf you see is about 3 feet wide.|
|There were horrible things in the nest too.|
My timidly shaky finger is only that close for a size reference.
I do snakes, sharks, and gators.
I don't do spiders.
... shudder ...
We aren't dealing with normal rats here.
Oh they looked normal when they ran in and out the hole in the back wall of the barn.
But, I know better. In the tight confines of the barn with a concrete floor, real firepower was not the answer to a rat scurrying in and out as you destroy their nest. I am temporarily between bb/pellet guns, but the third time she ran back in, I remembered my high power, surgical tubing sling shot hanging on the opposite wall. This would be an easy shot. I turned and reached up to take down the sling shot and steel ball ammo off the shelf. The bands were gone ... chewed to pieces. I have just one thing to say about that. One word. Well, it's an acronym technically, not a word, but let's not quibble over semantics at a time like this...