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TITLE: Victory by Night
By Roberta Kittrell
09/14/04

Shhhhhhhh! There they are...like two fawns ever on the alert. They look like statues; the only parts moving are an occasional quiver of a nose, a darting of an eye, an ear going on full alert. In unison, up they jump fully on the run in pursuit of something. What are they after? You don’t see anything but them. But, you know something is there. They had stopped abruptly, nose immediately to the ground. Radar going at full tilt. Where lack of space did not permit them to go any further, they stood side-by-side in sentinel position--each standing on three legs, with the left front leg raised (perfect position of the great hunting dog). You don’t respond immediately. They look at you, and give out a puzzled chorus of whimpering.

You gather up your courage and quietly approach to where they are standing. At your command, they step aside. There in the near darkness you see it. What to do? What effective weapon did you have? You order your faithful hunters to stand back and you go around to see what you have that might do the job. You know you don’t have much time. The varmint might get away anytime. Sometime when you are not aware--possibly in your sleep--it might attack. What to use?

With a prayer--after all, one is to do everything in prayer, you pick up the can and go back to where the faithful hunters are still standing at attention. Good! You know the varmint is still there. You push down on the top of the can and let it shoot out its contents. It’s a hit! You see and almost hear the varmint drop. You don’t know whether it’s dead or wounded. Will it strike out at you? You pick up the nearest object and creep close to the narrow crack into which it had been herded, and you drop the object right on top of where you suspect the varmint to be.

You call off the faithful hunters. Pet them. Making quite a fuss over their prowess, and give them the well-deserved treat.

A couple of days later, a friend and you gingerly approach the spot where the incident had occurred. Hoping that the varmint is dead, you gingerly start moving a few things out of the way.... You see the dead varmint......a rat, felled by wasp spray and partially encircled by an empty metal picture frame! Yes, the Lu-Lu’s had done it again!

(A quick click to my profile page will show the mighty huntresses, the Lu-Lu's.)

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