Well.. The title should be enough warning for this post. :<
Anyway, STORY TIME:
So today my mom picked me up from school like every single Monday. Then my dad calls asking if she got me and blah blah blah. Then when he's about to hang up he says, "Yeah, when you guys get home, you can help me figure out how to kill these rats.." AND THEN, my mom was all, "OOHH MMYYY GGGODDD. EW. WHAT?! EW. JUST EW." And then I was all, "Aw! Nuuuuuu~ don't kill them! They're so cute.."
So anyway, we get home and my dad said that when he was out mowing our backyard, he thought he saw a bird in our birdhouse. So [I keep repeating words..], for some strange reason, he goes and looks only to find FOUR FRIKIN RATS. IN A BIRD HOUSE. I FIND THIS ODD.
He couldn't get them out of the bird house without them all scurrying around on our lawn, so what does he decide to do? He puts a piece of wood over the entrance of the bird house..
THEN HE TURNS ON THE BARBECUE.
THEN HE PUTS THEM IN THERE.
WE WERE GONNA HAVE BARBECUED RIBS TONIGHT.
NOT NO MORE.
Oh but wait. It gets better.
THEN HE DECIDES THEY AREN'T BURNING FAST ENOUGH AND THROWS THEM IN A WHEELBARROW.
THEN HE SETS THEM ON FIRE WITH A LIGHTER INSIDE THE WHEELBARROW.

OH GOD AM I SCARRED.

...please never let this happen to your little critters... T^T