Summary of surveillance:
Operative: Cider O'Malley, Detective Dog, hereby referred to as The Operative
Scene: backyard of the Operative's residence
Method of surveillance: a strong sense of smell
Person of Interest: a small, furry rodent, hereby known as The Subject
After sniffing out the Subject, a small, furry rodent allegedly taking up residence in a backyard window well, the Operative observed the following:
1. The Subject had tunneled its way into the window well from the lawn.
2. The Subject was residing in a plastic watering can that had inadvertently fallen into said window well.
3. A scan of the Subject's activities revealed scratching, eating, tunneling, and generally being a nuisance.
An attempt by the Operative to gain access to the window well proved difficult, she would need assistance.
Allies: Michelle and Kori assisted by pointing out the Subject, discussing possible trapping scenarios, and kind of acting scared.
Kevin the cat: Although able to easily gain access to the Subject, Kevin's general apathy and laziness got the better of him. Besides, he needed a nap.
Wes, hereby known as Master: proved to be the most valuable ally by removing the watering can with his bare hands, with the Subject still inside! Such skill, the Operative was impressed.
When the subject exited its former residence, the Operative immediately went into battle mode, charging the Subject, chasing and biting it. The Operative was slightly deterred when the Subject stood on its hind legs, hissed, and bit the Operative in her most valuable asset, her nose. Master once again proved valuable as he entered the fray with shovel in hand. Was it the end of the rodent?
Surveillance continues:
Scene: the backyard
Time: 0300 hours, that's AM!
The Operative began a series of recon operations during which she pursued rodents, at least the ones in her mind. A scan of the Operative's activities revealed sniffing, scratching, rummaging, and generally being a nuisance. Master came to her assistance, but the mission was compromised when the Operative found herself alone, in the dark, and unable to proceed.
Translation: she was locked in the garage.
Approximately 1630 hours the next afternoon, while keeping a low profile in the backyard, the Operative spied the plastic watering can. Did she smell something suspicious? Did she detect movement?
The Operative moved into position and threw all of her efforts into an attack of the watering can, biting, chasing, growling, and trying to take it down with a rollover.
The Operative carried the watering can around the perimeter in search of a possible band of rodent insurgents. None were detected. Still... that smell... must research further.
Respectfully submitted,
Cider O'Malley, Detective Dog
