Last night, while I was on the train trip from Hell, my cat found a young rabbit. My wife was home and managed to prevent the half-feral asshole from killing it in the house and put it in a quiet spot in the yard; hoping for the best.

This morning it was still breathbg.

She had to leave early but asked me to handle it. I tried giving it some water with a straw, and I didn’t see any obvious injury, but he laid there breathing hard.

So I put on my welding gloves and got a plastic grocery bag. I gently picked it up and cradled it in the bag until it stopped moving.

I am a monster. Hate me.

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[–] 6 points 1 month ago (2 children)

That sucks. Years ago, I had a single small mouse somehow make it into my upper-floor apartment and get caught in a glue trap.

SpoilerI crushed its skull with a bottle.

Not fun, especially for an animal lover, but a pretty fast and humane end, considering limited options on-hand...

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