I don't know how else to say this, so I'll just say it.
Bullseye likes killing bandicoots. Little rat bandicoots that obviously live in the forest out the back. I think they are the pest bandicoots that are a problem in Asia and India, but whatever their status in Australia, they must be living in plague proportions in the forest, because there certainly seem to be many which venture into our yard at night. Don't they learn their lesson, after losing to Bullseye? Well, yes, one can assume that each individual bandicoot does learn its lesson about trespassing in our yard, but by then it is tragically too late.
I hate her killing bandicoots. I disciplined her severely the first few times she did it, then I found a few dead rats around the place and praised her for killing those, then I got about as confused as she obviously was, and now I don't know what to do.
Well, there is one good solution and the best price I have found on the internet is $21.60.
Just for overnight wear in bandicoot season. She has forfeited the right to go muzzle-free, I think.
Grandma disagrees. She is a soft-touch, even when shovelling remains of dead bandicoots into their resting places because Mr de Elba is at work from too-early til too-late, and I refuse to do the job. "Oh no, you don't want to put a muzzle on her," says Grandma.
"Yes I do," I say. And I figure that once Grandma shovels her first maggot-ridden, greatly-decomposed, mostly-melted bandicoot which has putrified after not being discovered during an extended rainy period, she may agree.