Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-11457306-20140607210024

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: (My Uncles German Shepard ate a seal gull whole, beak, bones, and everything.  Now that was messy.  Feathers everywhere.) (I had a cat once who was a champion mouser.  We lived in West Texas at the time and there were lots of field mice.  She would go hunting everyday and she fed herself, mostly--but she always brought me one.  Every single day she would bring a dead mouse in and drop it on my foot.  First time she did it I was washing dishes in my bare feet.  OMG.  It was the shock factor that nearly did me in--I'm not afraid of animals of any kind, dead or alive.  I restrained myself from screaming, then shook the mouse off my foot and praised her and petted her.

When we moved back to the city, the house we rented had been vacant a long time and rats had built a huge nest in the attic. I sent her in. She was back down the stairs in a flash. I found myself a weapon and went up myself, where I saw the nest. Three feet high it was and six feet across. The rats were HUGE. No wonder she got out so fast. I had to set traps and poison. It was horrible. I carted out dead rats for a couple of months. I won't tell you the full details, it's too gory. I hate rats.