my hero

is Byron, who has bravely disposed of two dead rats in three days, while I have cowered upstairs, unable to even take a peek at the whole grisly process. Byron wanted me to take a picture and post it here, just so all of you can feel his pain. I firmly declined.

I hope the one caught this morning was the one leaving the fresh poop and that there are no more lurking around at night. Byron really doesn't want to be bagging a dead rat every morning.