*gag*

So, the rain in the middle of the night was quite refreshing and almost acts as white noise. The other noise that greeted me this morning was a sort of clicking. After like half an hour I looked out my window to see what the noise was. There was something in one of my mom's rat traps that was still squirming. Luckily for me I was far enough to tell what it was while not getting the entire gore up close. I told my mom she needed to go out and check it out, and she comes back in saying, "I need some advice. There is a rat, and it's caught in TWO of the traps. It's gonna die, but how long should we let it suffer?" The last time my mom set a sticky trap (at the Walnut Creek house) she made me bash it with a shovel until it died. I mean, if these traps aren't gonna make it quick, why do me and Guy have to be the ones to put rodents out of their misery? Ew!!!!