No ratty activity for four months until tonight when I received a call from The Catering Department. She’d spotted a brave little explorer out and about, browsing under the bird feeders for an afternoon snack. Advice to rats: don’t come out in broad daylight or, if you have to, take note that neither of my neighbours has an air rifle. Sadly for this one though, he’d chosen the wrong house and I had plenty of time to get up the stairs, unlock the Weihrauch (having remembered where the key to the trigger log was concealed), move the chilli plants to one side, open the window slowly and quietly, slide a 9.57 grain H&N Baracuda Hunter Extreme hollow cross-point pellet in the breech and deliver it to our unwanted visitor at 740 feet/second.
Still on on alert for any further activity with a nightly ‘rat patrol’ just before bedtime.