This is a weird post. Mostly it highlights how weird I am. We had this rat (see below) hanging around our house for about 48 hours. I basically stalked it; I didn't want him/her to get inside the house (you can see how close it was to actually getting in our house). I also was concerned. It was so visibly sick. :( It barely moved all day (just back and forth between our house and the neighbor's house) and I honestly felt so sad for it. So I basically took it upon myself to make sure his final hours were calm and peaceful. :) (As a data point...I do NOT like rats. But I also do not like seeing animals suffer, either. I know...even a rat.)
I even made the kids take a picture with it. (See...he/she is lingering in the back left corner.) Lainey talked to it like she was talking to a baby...and Walker just kept asking me, "When's it going to get dead? Will it be there after it gets dead? Why is it there?" (This example right here highlights the difference between these two kids.) Anyway, after a full 48 hours, I found it in our flowerbed...dead. Finally he/she passed. I'm glad he/she felt safe enough to die in our flowerbed.
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