Ever Shot a Pest Inside Your Home?

I have. I recall coming home 3-4 years ago and saw a small mouse atop my kitchen cabinet. Quite naturally I was incensed and for good reason. This was one of two particularly rough years that I battled mice coming indoors. I don’t particularly remember what drove them indoors. At the time I didn’t care I wanted them out. I’d poisoned some, sticky trapped others, but still wasn’t able to get a handle on the issue for some months. So after going through all of this, the night I came home and saw that little ****er on my cabinet I’d had it! I retrieved the Crossman pneumatic BB gun that I’ve had since childhood, pumped it (probably about 4x, I really don’t remember. It may have already been pumped), aimed, and fired. I think I hit it in the hind quarters because it took a step or two before taking big quick leap down on top of the counter. After alighting my countertop and struggling to get its footing, I immediately walked up and gun-butted it to death where it landed.


I think seeing him on top of my cabinet made me lose it. The audacity!! That was a rough year battling mice. I ended up finding an access point around some kitchen plumbing. I stuffed it with steel wool before sealing off the area. I wasn’t far at all when I took the shot, 6’-10’ away, tops. For some reason I thought of this today and figured I couldn’t be the only one to have done something this extreme. 
 
Extreme times call for extreme measures. How did you explain that to the MRS. ( The pellet hole in the wall or cabinet )Still LOL

Strangely enough I don’t know if it went through the vermin. There was no hole in the wall. Plus I pulverized him on the countertop with the butt of the rifle. Imagine coming home, turning the light on, and that’s the first thing you see. I mean he just sat there and stared at me. No one here likes mice. We get all manner of things that enter the house in various seasons. Spiders, snakes, scorpions, wasps, crickets, lizards, and mice. Mice are the worst. Most other things can be tossed back outside with relative ease. If they play difficult they die. This is life in the country. I don’t know many people who don’t heave similar experiences here from shacks to mansions. 
 
My house is built on a foundation wall. But no concrete floor. So dirt floor in my basement. House was built in the early 1930’s 

It’s 4 yards from the top of the stairs to the bottom.

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I did once- shot a mouse with a .22 CB shot in my college apartment. 
my about 2 yrs ago now my wife called me in a frantic that a rat was in the kitchen,after a quick tutorial over the phone the leshy had killed a rat
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😅😅 I knew I couldn’t be the only one. 


@survivor45 AND you propped your rifle next to it for a photo? YESSSS!!
 
Maybe ten years ago I was reading an air gun blog early one morning. When I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I stopped reading for a bit to watch in the kitchen where I thought I saw something. Well about 30 seconds later a RAT walked in front of the dishwasher. Just happened to have my 5mm Blue Streak. Put in three pumps and waited. Didn't take long. As soon as it walked past the dishwasher again, I let him have it. DRT It was the one and only rat I have ever seen on the property. I don't think I have ever told "she who must be obeyed" or any of the kids about it. Can't afford to tear down the house and rebuild.
 
ive shot a couple of squirrels actually in the garage, dont like to do it you got to clean up when its inside ... speaking of whacking one to death with the gun, i got after this squirrel severl years back with a .22 and literally nailed him 6 times but no clean shots, the last one knocked him out of the tree and he came straight at me dragging his guts and i fired - out - dammit lol ... so i proceeded to use the butt of the gun as a club to finish him off ... yeah i broke the 'wood' stock of the gun right at the pistol grip .. cost me 100 or so smackers for a new one .. that squirrel made me pay lol ...
 
44 some odd years ago I think I did. The wife and I had just gotten married and we lived in a little cabin on what is known as the "back waters" (of Lake Harding, formed by placing a dam on the Chattahoochee River north of Columbus Ga.

One night we heard some crumbling, and a wrinkling of paper sound in a our little cabin. It only had four rooms, kitchen, dining, bathroom and bedroom. I got up to investigate and saw a big-ole rat on the table, eating my dang potato chips. This was the biggest rat I've ever seen. It jumped off that table like an Olympic hurdler. I called it a wharf rat - must have been about a foot long, no kidding!

It saw me about the same time I saw it and it took off. It had come in through a hole in our bathroom wall. Me being the hunter I am, decided to lure it back. So I left the hole alone and put out some more potato chips, with cheese.

The next night it did return. It was winter and I had the space heater going. I watched that monster go up to one of our dining table chairs and just step up onto the wooden seat. He didn't jump, just stepped up. That's when I realized just how big it was. I had placed one of those huge rat trips by the chips and waited.

I heard the trap go off and jumped up from behind the couch, where me and the wife were hiding. I saw that thing leap from the table and escape again. I don't know how the trap missed, it sounded like a canon going off. Anyway, the next day, I sealed the hole and never saw him/her again. I'm thinking the trap may have mortally wounded it and it died upside, later.

I look back now and am amazed that the wife and I were able to live that way for a couple of years before we bought out first real house. And get this, on one winter night, it got so cold in that little cabin that the water in the commode bowl froze on the surface. Good thing it didn't freeze solid, else it may have busted the commode,

Ain't love wonderful. We didn't know how good we had it - love was enough. One day I was coming home from work and stopped to check the mail. I heard a .22 being shot down by the cabin. When I got down there, I found my wife kneeling behind an outside table, shooting turtles off a log with my Marlin .22 semi-auto and boy, she was pissed. You see, earlier that day she'd caught a big bass and was excited to show it to me. She'd run a stringer through one of it's gills. Several times that day she'd go down and check it. But on the last time she checked. all that was left of her prize was the head in front of the gills. Turtles had a feast that day. That was also the day she declared war on turtles. And I learned that she is dang good shot, too.
 
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@dizzums 😅 Damn it man. Not the wooden stock! Sounds like you beat that tree rat like a man. It reads kinda like the climatic scene of a WWII or Vietnam movie. 


@bltefft 😂 You sir get a prize! 🏆
I laughed several times at the rat story. I just knew you had him with the trap. I can definitely understand your wife being pissed at the turtles. 
 
In Hawaii when they burn sugar cane rats often invade nearby homes - mine included. My wife was on the mainland at the time and two kids sleeping upstairs when I saw a rat parade into the kitchen - I got up and it ran off but I got my Sheridan silver streak out and 3 pumps later and a glob of peanut butter in the middle of the kitchen floor- I laid in wait, prone sniper focus on the peanut butter - 5 minutes later mr rat came out from under the fridge and when he got to the peanut butter- pop- I blew his nose off and he squealed so loud my daughter was woke from a dead sleep- yep butt stock to the head daughter watching in horror 
 
ive shot a couple of squirrels actually in the garage, dont like to do it you got to clean up when its inside ... speaking of whacking one to death with the gun, i got after this squirrel severl years back with a .22 and literally nailed him 6 times but no clean shots, the last one knocked him out of the tree and he came straight at me dragging his guts and i fired - out - dammit lol ... so i proceeded to use the butt of the gun as a club to finish him off ... yeah i broke the 'wood' stock of the gun right at the pistol grip .. cost me 100 or so smackers for a new one .. that squirrel made me pay lol ...

Ha, that was a costly squirrel.
 
 

Ezana4CE 

Thanks for the reply. She still likes to shoot (even has her Carry Permit) - but nothing that kicks. I gave her a Ruger SP 101 and reloaded some 38 Specials down to a milder recoil. But what she really likes shooting is her little .22 Ruger Bearcat Revolver. I keep "regular" 38's in it while it's in a cabinet beside the bed.
 
In college my bedroom window looked out onto a porch roof with a gutter. Starlings would gather on the edge of the gutter, noisily drinking and using it as a bird bath...at the first light of dawn. It didn’t bother me until it warmed up and I slept with the window open. I was able to shoot a few with my Webley Tempest but soon, the instant I pulled the curtains aside they’d all take off before I could shoot, so.... I started to shoot them right through the sheer curtain! Soon the curtains had hundreds of holes in them, causing more than one temporary girlfriend to wonder what was wrong with my curtains; I just smiled and said the landlord was too cheap to replace them. I owned the house.