I spent a goodly portion of yesterday evening and this morning battling an invasion of vicious, killer shrews.

I discovered their presence when our cat began meowing piteously in the basement last night (she's apparently too scared to simply stalk them like any other self-respecting feline would). Attracted by kitty's supper, they'd been entering through a hole in my workshop for the past day or so, leaving corkscrew-shaped droppings and spraying their musky scent throughout. At first, I had no idea what the cat was meowing about, but then my wife spotted one running through the laundry room and let out her familiar I-spied-an-icky-rodent shriek.

Being the man of the house, it typically falls to me to rid our abode of pests, so I girded my loins for battle. I managed to catch 3 of the little bastards with a bucket, then released them outside and sealed up the hole. This morning, I found another in the workshop. This one was more aggressive, and I was finally forced to bop him on his little head with a large wooden dowel, thus ending his terrible rampage of destruction forever.

The house is quiet for now, but I'm keeping a sharp lookout for the next ATTACK OF THE KILLER SHREWS!

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