I'm sure it was a cute rat but That's not what I saw.
I'm not a mean person and I don't like killing things (except for mosquito's and flies and maybe a couple of million ants) so I didn't necessarily want to murder the rat with my weed eater, I just wanted it to pack it's bags and go away. To Outer Mongolia or somewhere like that.
After I finished hopping around and rubbing myself raw from the heebie jeebies I went into the house and got all 3 cats so they could convince the rat to move away.
One cat is too chicken to do anything with a rat. Or bird, or flea. She's Pork Chop.
Another cat is an aspiring hunter but she's getting a bit too fat and a little long in the tooth for safaris.
Once I bring Lucille the dog back from the little house in the woods, I'm going to put her on the scent of the rat and see how she does in the rat relocation business. I feel badly for traumatizing a little critter that only wants to survive (and chew wires and destroy pieces of my home and have 10,000 babies) but I can't have it living with me. We have enough pets thankyouverymuch.