Never underestimate what a small creature can do.

I had the distinct displeasure of being a manager over a jackass that maced a bunny. (It was begging for food and he freaked out.)

Buns panicked, ran up his pantleg and went all Spawn of Caerbannog on his balls.

Dunno if he was emasculated, but you’d think it by his screaming. (It wasn’t just that it got nibbly. Buns was soaked in OC spray he was definitely not supposed to have.)

Buns found a good home with the animal rescue lady, too. She was decidedly less frosty when I asked for a copy of her report so we could put in his file.