I had several rats and could not stand the squeaking. They get picked up they both squeak together. Then one night as the moon shone down upon the lounge table through a paned glass victorian painted lounge.I tied up two rats onto a wire mesh. I then got my trusty pen knife and began to slice their stomachs open. After a while I stopped. Fortunately I didn't kill the rat and sowed his stomach skin back together. It was a moment of madness and have not hurt them or done anything bad since. I wonder what went through me that night?