Shoot them. All of them.
Shoot them. All of them.
Shoot them. All of them.
Reminds me of the time I crossed paths with a sickly groundhog. Came stumbling out of the underbrush. Hind quarters dripping with maggots. He'd alternate between what looked like pleas for help, to charges of murderous aggression. I just so happened to have a harbor freight machete near by. Only one of us was walking away.
Spoiler it was me.
Rabies is not a good death.
Nor is a machete to the head, but at least it's quicker.
I'll take the machete to the head over rabies tho. Prolonged suffering versus sweet release.
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