I had to take a life, last Saturday, during a home invasion....
Saturday morning approx 7:00 am, I hear my wife screaming from the downstairs. I jump up, grab my Kimber Pro Tac II and run down and find her in near hysterics and pointing at the bathroom door which is closed. She finally gets it out that there is a mouse and she wants it out of the house.
Ok, no problem . I grab a small box and a stick and I open the door to find the intruder. I find the mouse sitting behind the toilet and off to one side. I take my stick and start to prod but the tactically well trained mouse (whom I shall name Agent Smith) jumps up and out 6 inches and promptly runs between my legs, into the family room, and under a couch. I proceed to flip over the couch and begin a new search on my hands and knees. There is a lot of exposed framing underneath, so I start jabbing with the stick. A couple seconds go by and then my wife screams as "Agent Smith" falls on top of my head, runs down my back, onto the floor, and under the love seat:banghead:. I then flip up the love seat and immediately the little bugger runs across the room and under a corner bookcase .
Having learned from my previous mistakes, I go to my safe and load up my 317 kit gun with .22 Aguila Colibri's and grab my Surefire light. I then proceed back to the bookcase and lean over and point my light down in the corner. I then cock the revolver and take aim as the little guy
looks up .
With no regrets and no remorse, I pulled the trigger and with one shot from 3.5 feet - I ended it .
I picked up the mouse and the wife does one of these as what is left is not a pretty sight.
That's my story and I'm stickin to it.
Saturday morning approx 7:00 am, I hear my wife screaming from the downstairs. I jump up, grab my Kimber Pro Tac II and run down and find her in near hysterics and pointing at the bathroom door which is closed. She finally gets it out that there is a mouse and she wants it out of the house.
Ok, no problem . I grab a small box and a stick and I open the door to find the intruder. I find the mouse sitting behind the toilet and off to one side. I take my stick and start to prod but the tactically well trained mouse (whom I shall name Agent Smith) jumps up and out 6 inches and promptly runs between my legs, into the family room, and under a couch. I proceed to flip over the couch and begin a new search on my hands and knees. There is a lot of exposed framing underneath, so I start jabbing with the stick. A couple seconds go by and then my wife screams as "Agent Smith" falls on top of my head, runs down my back, onto the floor, and under the love seat:banghead:. I then flip up the love seat and immediately the little bugger runs across the room and under a corner bookcase .
Having learned from my previous mistakes, I go to my safe and load up my 317 kit gun with .22 Aguila Colibri's and grab my Surefire light. I then proceed back to the bookcase and lean over and point my light down in the corner. I then cock the revolver and take aim as the little guy
looks up .
With no regrets and no remorse, I pulled the trigger and with one shot from 3.5 feet - I ended it .
I picked up the mouse and the wife does one of these as what is left is not a pretty sight.
That's my story and I'm stickin to it.