You repeat the same pattern. You assume these rodents are not smart enough not to fall for it again. But they are. More have gathered and they are chitting and cip a chiping messages back and forth. This has become a game for them. They don't know your exact location but they know your general one. They chitter back and forth and grenades are thrown , launched from tree catapults. All around you explosions rip the earth. You are fairly choking on the scent of burnt plastic and soda chemicals used to make the weapons. Then one lands near you hip and goes off. you are deafened. You hip is seared. The jeans and underwear burnt away to reveal boiled red ruined flesh. You scream and that's what they need to really trigger you in. Several blasts rip bones and hunks of meat away and you are dead.
The End