I sometimes catch a glimpse of this wee fellow at the nature park I frequent. He is very timid and spends most of his time foraging for leftovers the birds and squirrels drop from the feeding tables. Today my space, along with the rats, was invaded by a nasty little eight year old boy and his stick. He proudly announced to the world that he "Hated rats!" to him they were filthy, nasty creatures and with that, he began trying to hit the rat with his stick. This attack failed as the rat was too fast. His mother kept saying..."don't hit the rat with that stick please buddy!" If she said it once she said it ten times. The child ignored her. Rocks were the boys next weapon of choice and the poor rat took a hit to the head and torso which delighted the child. The best mom could do was say "Don't throw rocks at the rat buddy" I am getting more and more frustrated. Sitting on a bench, no longer able to shoot the wildlife, I just got angrier moment by moment. The boy was roughly eight feet in front of me and his Mom about four feet in front and to the left of me. I picked up a small rock about the size of a marble and threw it at the back of the boys closely cropped head. By some miracle it snapped him right on the skull. It wasn't hard enough of a throw to do any lasting damage but when it hit, the boys hand went up to his head and he cried like a baby. Of course my throwing hand is now back cradling my 70-300 and I'm watching the treetops for anything this idiot child might not have scared away. The kid screamed all the way back to the parking lot. The rat was bleeding around his ear but seemed to go on about his business. If anything it left me wishing I'd tossed my rock just that much harder.
This was just prior to the child's arrival and I was never able to get more of the rat as it was now raining too hard.
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