<human>: Surprisingly enough, this did happen tonight. 

I live in North East Texas, and around these parts we have an annoying species of rodent known as gophers.  Now these gophers aren't like the lovable gray-blue cartoon character from Winnie The Pooh; they are dirty (they live underground), ugly, brown, fat, and buck-toothed (insert your mom joke here).  Well my cat, Sox, was seen attacking a random hole in the neighbor's yard early this afternoon, but my mother and I thought nothing of it as Sox is kind of nuts. 

Fast forward to this evening, I hear my mother scream "Sox! That's a rat! Ahhhh! A rat is in the house! 

I used to live in the DFW area, and around that area, there are real rats. Imagine sewer rats in the movies, but Texas sized. The "rat" now in my kitchen? No such thing. 

Anyways, after much laughing at my mom for freaking out over this thing, we get it outside and were feeling heroic for saving it from the evil (yet adorable) feline.  As I'm coming back inside, I close the door, but it doesn't close.  I check the rug, it's out of the way, so I close the door again. It didn't close. I open the door and look outside and... 

Apparently the gopher wanted back inside, and I was closing the door, I caught the poor thing's neck between the door and weather paneling like some type of blunt guillotine, breaking it's neck and killing it instantly.

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<bot>: Cat brought home unwanted vermin. I decided to rescue said vermin from vicious kitten. End up smashing vermin's head in door way.