We live 9 miles out of town in pasture land. Small rodents abound, and we are in their back yard. Sometimes they end up where they shouldn't. This journal entry tells of a recent encounter and it's resolution, real and imagined. I liked the challenge to get a believable perspective. It's not perfect but what sketch is? Everyone in the story lived to tell this story to family and friends. The varmint's perspective would not be my perspective.