Eating My Pumpkin Is the Last Straw
I've been generous to the rodents.
I've allowed them to eat scraps out of my compost.
I've reluctantly ignored them when they've dug up the mulch around my garden looking for God know's what.
I scowled but walked on when you dropped a stick on me in October.
But, that's it. When I saw your tail and *** sticking out of the top of my pumpkin while you were head first in the middle of pumpkin seeds and guts, I was ready to shoot and take no rodent prisoners.
You watch your back buddy.