Hey, Prog ol' pal
Yesterday morning, I was walking a customer into the parts area of our shop to get him a valve off the shelf. Just as I was making the turn to head up the stairs, I looked behind my open office door to check the little mouse trap I've had there for two months.
You see, my secretary saw a mouse a couple of months ago so I rigged a trap with peanut butter. I literally caught the poor little guy 10 minutes after I set the trap. After disposing of the corpse I just set the trap back up (none of the peanut butter was even missing) thinking that where there is one, there are usually more. I got nothing...until yesterday.
Lying dead, just a few inches away from the sprung trap, was eight-inch long rat. His tail was equally long. He was inflated quite a bit and looking about to burst. There was that sweet-sick aroma floating off. I was pretty happy I hadn't squealed in fright in front of my customer. I calmly grabbed some gloves from the work bench and walked the poor bastard outside to the dumpster.