Here is a fortunately blurry photo of dead fat rat.
Two more for positive identification, and because I was fascinated by the size of the thing. One photo on wood chips, one on gravel, for a better view, because I'm strange like that.
Now, dead rat with trap and all in bag.
I'm just going to toss this bag over the wall onto the neighbor's perfectly manicured lawn. Just kidding. I"ll put this bag into two more bags and take it to the dump... which is not open until Wednesday. Ha. Logistics.
Sugar watching me:
Mr. Java's Mom was seriously worried about the rat making a screaming or tortured noise once trapped, and that freaking Java out. I was willing to risk it. Lucky me, it snapped it's mouth shut, so Java was not traumatized.