I have really bad aim

I wasted some perfectly good ammunition tonight trying to shoot rats in the chicken coop. There is one coop that has been absolutely plagued by rats. They won't allow themselves to get trapped, they won't touch poison, they are sneaky buggers. I killed one last week (not by shooting it) and tonight I went out after dark and tried again. Yeah, I really shouldn't bother. If there was a family of hyenas living under there I probably still wouldn't be able to hit one, so a rat is out of the question. Thursday though will be the end of the rat family. We are going to drag the coop off that location (it's one of the moveable ones, they are under plywood floor) and the dogs and I are going to do what needs to be done. I'll post up a pic of my bounty if I can. I've been warned not to blog about this (it's not ladylike, you'll all think I'm a freak) but hey, it's what makes life interesting and I'm sure you've already all figured out I'm a little weird anyway. I'll just make sure to leave "killing rats" out of my list of hobbies in any personal ads or anything! ;-) Then again...