And the only good varmit poontang is dead varmit poontang, I think.
Fatty and his "trusty BB gun" have been keeping the night watch in the McFatson backyard for nights now. Apparently there is a recent infestation by some poor animal who's just trying to make a go in the world. He's leaving "4 to 6 inch deep holes by about 3 to 5 inches across" every night. This trouble poor Fatty's mind and his sleep. So much so that he gets up and does a nightly inspection around 3 in the morning. Poor Fatty even believes the nice man coming to get rid of said vermit will kindly "cart him off" but not kill him. After all he only wants to scare the little guy away.
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