Rejoice not against me oh, mine enemy!!
The sound of dripping blood is hard to distinguish from the steady rain that falls. I saw it, however, as it pooled on the worn brick patio. My enemy has fallen by mine own hand. My hatred for him has only grown since the day I first saw him. He and his ilk have taken from me time and time again. Now, it's my turn. My satisfaction started from the moment I loaded each bullet into the chamber. The intensity only increased from there. Breaking the barrel over and snapping it back into place only reaffirmed my determination to eliminate this increasingly irritating presence in my life, my time, my love. I waited until I was sure it was him. I slowly lifted the sights to my eyes and calculatingly zeroed in on my target, the object of my passionate revenge. The rapid squeeze of the trigger was only the beginning of the waves of relief. My steady aim was rewarded with a precise and fatal hit to the head. The object of my hatred had finally perished. The second shot was an unnecessary luxury. I quickly disposed of the evidence, deliberately leaving the already drying pool of blood as a reminder of my overwhelming mental and emotional release, my trophy. May it serve as a warning to the others.

Another rat is dead. My birds can sleep in peace tonight.