I have a situation, I don't know if it is a case of me being irritated or having to admit admiration. For some weeks I have been battling to get rid of a rat that migrates from my shed to the chicken house depending on his mood. The thing is, I feel this particular fellow has done 'selection' and at present he is winning my battle to be rid of him. I have put a trap down, he manages to take the food without springing the trap, he has done this twice. I filled his lair with cement to find that he has managed to get through the wet cement overnight and out on the loose again. I put poison down and he ignores it, (probable used his survival skills) The last straw came on Sunday morning. I was removing the trap from where he had nonchalantly taken his breakfast, and in so doing I sprung the trap on my index finger. My emotion then was irritability with added blue words regarding Mr Rat! Now I am torn in thinking that he is a fellow warrior and that he should be left to live and to fight on? He is a clever tactical little bastard. So here I am... left with mixed emotions.