Well, not really. More like talking about the pains in our butts. This time it has to do with the size of the .... causing the pain and not women.Okay, I’m immature. I’m giggling here because the boys are discussing the size of their butts. It’s like the world has turned upside down.
<ducking> <again>
Most likely doing whatever he had to do to put it out of its misery. Hired a guy to till up my backyard. This was going on 25 years ago. He had a large pull-along tiller behind a farm tractor. He ran it over a bunny nest. Four bunnies ripped up and still alive. It was a horrible mess. The poor guy was traumatized. Obviously more than he could handle because he couldn't move. Seeing what happened I grabbed a brick he tilled up and pounded them over the bunnies' heads until they were dead. The pain of having to do that was exceeded only by the thought of not doing it. My inclination during pressure is to go numb and be objective and worry about the lamenting later. Which I did and still do. Silence of the Lambs.Topping the list of the worst things I’ve seen on the road: on the opposite lane from me on a back country road, a man in his late 30s (guessing) had hit a deer. I honestly don’t know if he was enraged or putting the poor creature out of its misery. He was using his fists.
I also hit a deer (a couple of times). The first one I popped her straight on broadside. She went flying a good 20 feet or more. She lay in the middle of the road gasping to breath. If I had a gun on me I would have shot her right there. My MIL lived just around the corner. So I called the sheriff to come out and put the thing out of its misery. I went back to the scene and the doe was gone. Probably just shocked the hell out of her and once she got her bearings she got up and took off. Maybe died later, maybe not. No way of knowing.
I am glad I don't have to go into work in that tomorrow though. 
