2 March 1999

I just killed a rat.  Big sucker, too.  It was a companionship effort, but I got the death blow with my rubber boot while Elder Roberts kept its tail caught in Elder Kenney's luggage.  Then we took it outside, poured alcohol on it, and lit it on fire.  The carcass is gone now.  I figure our landlady's dog took it.  That kind of sucks, because I wanted to show it to Elder Kenney and Elder Pfister.  At least I got some pictures of it.

The chase is on

Burning the evidence