| Well, It Was Messing With the Ducks |
If I never have to see a local cop shoot a rabid racoon in my front yard, miss any part of the body that might actually have killed it and then shoot again while it's writhing in immense amounts of pain it will be all too damn soon. It'll be taken away as soon as the game commission gets here, but until then it's laying there unattended. Maybe some animal will come by for a mid-morning snack. Im aware that racoons shouldn't be out at day time, and that it posed a possible threat to, well, everyone, but damn, I mean, what if little kids were watching? Nice way to start off my day, huh? Quick, somebody get me a phone. Im calling PETA.
2005-05-09 - 11:01 a.m. |
