Kill'em

I have been complaining loudly and consistently about my resident rodents, and somebody finally listened.
This morning as I entered the kitchen in my usual unfocused fog, I saw, on my kitchen counter, a decapitated rodent.
After the initial shock, I jumped for joy. This is the help I need. This is what will tell the impudent rodents that the free ride is over. No more free biscuits and chicken bones. This is war and the strange mouse killing pussy is on my side, so watch out.
Now if the killer could only learn to leave the carcasses outside, this person would be even happier.
But this is a step in the right direction.
The Worthless Ones slept through the kill. Great watch dogs.