Saturday, 23 June 2007
I had to kill a rat today. At first I thought it was an oversized dormouse shivering on the concrete by the washing machine, scrunched in and fluffed up. But it was a young rat. It had eaten poison. I picked it up by the tail and its legs cycled as if it was running slowly in a nightmare. I smashed it's head against the corner of a brick wall, but it's eye was still open looking at me. I smashed it again and it died hanging in the foetal position, paws pulled in, eyes closed. And it wet itself. It was a girl.