Ahoy!
First you get the cat to get the rat and then the dog to get the cat and then a snake to get the dog and then an elephant to get the snake and then a rat to get the elephant. My attic is not large enough for such a menagerie.
I will stick to death by archaic spring technology.
They'll get SPRUNG!
But the Rodent War has begun with an ill omen...
My entire household of ladies came to work yesterday and took me home early with the explicit demand that I crawl beneath the house and eliminate the sickly sweet smell of death that had begun to permeate the house through the floor.
It was just an Opossum playing dead.
He stayed in character all the way to the dumpster.
Have I angered some small urban animal god?