For a while now we’ve suspected that there are rats in or near our garden; they do say that in London you are never more than 15ft away from a rat at any given time. Things came to a head last night when DH spotted one running behind the shed! And then this afternoon, as bold as brass, it poked its nose out from under the water butt! I was just off out with DS to feed the ducks and to go to the swings so DH promised to dispatch it with his air rifle while we were out, making sure that the dog was safely out of the way first.
We came back an hour later to find Mr Rat dead on the soil, DH had very kindly left it for me see (and photograph!). DH reckoned that it had a pal so we may have more furry corpses on the soil again soon!