A cute little desert rat had the girls fuhreaking out. You'd think it was a bobcat! Poor little creature. Derrick had set out some yummy peanut butter/poison in the fireplace because something had been storing stuff on our roof.
The poison disappeared and I guess this little guy had stashed it in his nest, much to his demise! He was just lying there, could barely lift his little head. So Dexter got out his beebie gun to 'put it out of its misery'. He was successful, but I made him clean up the mess. Whew, crisis averted.